And yet, it’s impressive all the same. The Everglades spread across Florida like a patient on an operating table, fluids monitored and pumped and extracted, nearly killed and then maintained on life support with sophisticated tools, on human terms, that can’t compare to the natural memory of the ecosystem itself. It feels like what the rest of our lives will be, as they relate to the natural world — an increasingly desperate, increasingly massive set of technical kludges, awesome and insufficient, buying time as the most delicate work of all, changing the human environment, flows ever so slowly to the sea.