This new work of myths realizes the kind of radically inclusive ethos (here there are bees, ritual sex, mothers and other genderqueers, microbes, Venus of Willendorf, "accidentals in music," "the taste of a round thing's edge," and "real monks who wear both real and faux mink" not only in conversation but in a collective act of meaning-making) that makes goddesses and lesser gods, humans and arthropods, activists and earth-lovers, beasts and silence sing. Here we can be alive. All of us. - TC Tolbert