Proclus, as quoted in Corbin Alone with the Alone:
For, in truth, each thing prays according to the rank it occupies in nature, and sings the praise of the leader of the divine series to which it belongs, a spiritual or rational or physical or sensuous praise; for the heliotrope moves to the extent that it is free to move, and in its rotation, if we could hear the sound of the air buffeted by its movement, we should be aware that it is a hymn to its king, such as it is within the power of the plant to sing.
Nothing is so unnatural as a quiescent squirrel, such as I saw on the road today. Fox squirrels are beings of elemental fire, leaping like flames from branch to branch. They move quickly and unpredictably. They are tricksters: clever, destructive, and heedless of human rules.
Like Proclus' heliotrope, if we could hear the sound of the air buffeted by a squirrel’s movement, we should be aware that it is a hymn to its king.
