From Michael Rosefield
Call me an anthropomorphising old sentimentalist, but I can’t help but feel
Korzeniewski’s definition of life leaves something to be desired if it doesn’t
include my post-menopausal mother.
It looks like Korzeniewski may have come up with a useful definition of
something—maybe a reproductive unit of life—but it clearly isn’t the
whole story.
Ants—and my mother—are going to continue to be alive no matter
how they’re classified
Sheffield
