I align the new style body politic that’s emerging around the world more with plants than animals. We are spores in a mycelium network that stretches for thousands of miles, endlessly communicating data to one another without the need for a centralized intelligence. Or perhaps a field of blue daisies beneath a mountain covered with white aspens—each of us a spawn of an original urge, an organism united through space and time, stretching up over the horizon.