When saying Nature is beautiful, we are focusing our eyes on her serene face, while ignoring her dark sense of humour. We like pretending we have tamed her. But she cannot be tamed.
She is a wild woman who gives birth only to indifferently watch her offspring suffer and die, and she then gives birth again and again, for all eternity. She is the ouroboros, the serpent or dragon that feeds on itself, stirring up primordial chaos with each gentle move.
We have created an artificial world seemingly separate from Nature. This world functions magically well, allowing us to go about our daily business and chase petty ambitions – until Nature whispers in our ear:
“I’m still here! Have you forgotten about me?”
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