Mother had her own terrestrial specimens before her… It was heavy, even crushing sometimes – a mass that was very little inclined to move and would have been quite content to live on a sort of little sanitary island with a little meditation – because after all, we are “spiritual” – a little work – not too much – to be at peace with one’s conscience, and some physical exercise to keep the body out of trouble. As for the rest, well, life, you see, goes on. Humans fly low, and when they decide to fly higher, they merely pierce a hole up above and smile at the angels… only to fall back down on the good old four animal paws, which makes you feel that, after all, life is “real”. And it goes on – appalling.
Satprem in Mother or the New Species