The beginnings of ecological awareness, after guilt and shame, have to do with depression, of being de-pressed by the overwhelming presence of processes and entities that one can't shake off.
The idea that one could shake them off is the basis of the depression.
The depression is, in effect, a symptom of agrilogistics, itself a depressive drive to eliminate contradiction, with its consequent absurd and violent demarcation of Nature and (human) culture. (The very term culture comes from agriculture, lest we forget.)
Depression in a box, viral agrilogistical depression, now global.
The whole point is to fight one's way back from the brink (literally species-cidal and suicidal) towards the comedy. Towards accepting the irreducible rift between what a thing is and how it appears, allowing it to manifest.