b'Its hard to keep our bearings on the way fromHomo sapiens to Homo philios. Were on our way from the species that invented nuclear weapons to the species transformed by its innate affection for all living things.Weve been heading in this direction for millennia, albeit in nary a straight line. From Homers Odyssey to the Gutenberg Bible, from Maimonides to Martin Luther King, Jr. But looking in the mirror in the early 21st century, who do we see? Neither Homo sapiens nor Homo philios. We see our adolescent alter ego, Homo economicus.Homo economicus thinks he is invincible. Hes riddled with appetites. He finds it difficult to listen to the wisdom of others. Hes heavy on the reaping and not very nuanced on the sowing. He thinks everything is a gamea game in which he can will himself to victory. He doesnt know the meaning of precaution and forbearance. His is the shadow of a trillion dollar bills. 4Homo philios stirs.She whispers in E.O. Wilsons ear, and he hears Biophilia. She sends a love letter to James Lovelock, and he reads Gaia. She nudges Zo Bradbury, and she returns to Valley Flora farm.She pokes Greta.4 The height of a stack of a trillion $1 bills would be 67,866 miles.9'