No amount of disintegration or porousness makes us any less human. One can remain human while being mixed up – because to be human is to be mixed up. Coccia writes that ‘If things form a world, it is because they mix without losing their identity.’ Recalling Carson, the same could be said of love. Although it is described in terms of choice and desire, compenetration is a fact. To encounter Eros on the species level will entail all the risk and joy, death and regeneration, intoxication and toxicity, that human erotic love entails. Writes Hyde: ‘As vegetable life has the chemistry of compost . . . we humans may clean our animal blood through the chemistry of love.’