When a forest is clear-cut or a reef bleaches, people feel a tangible, visceral sorrow. This is not sentimentality; it is the experience of sympatheia . The Anima Mundi gives language to that grief: we are mourning an injury to a living relative.
This was the Great Forgetting. If the world has no soul, it cannot feel pain. It cannot suffer injustice. It is, in the cold language of property, “standing reserve.” anima mundi
That is the Anima Mundi . Not a metaphor. A memory. When a forest is clear-cut or a reef