How I Became an Animist

Like testing fresh-forged steel - my grandfather, the blacksmith,
spoke with trees and spirits, though he never read a word.

The Wason riddle broke me. Humans, failing pure logic, yet dancing through social puzzles like water through stone.

We are not pure mind - our reasoning flows through channels carved by ten thousand generations of being-with-others.

Through this opening, I found an old truth: all things speak.

Feeling it came later, after years in stance.