Nature doesn’t give a damn for convenience, and never has.
All that we have achieved in life is creating a virtual reality for ourselves, while burying the actual reality! Our preference of technology over nature proves that Man is experiencing everything through the HEAD. What a pity!
To make them forget how bad human beings are, they were taught too insistently that bears are good. Instead of being told honestly what humans are and what bears are.
Nothing is inanimate; what is the rest is our interpretation.
Anticipate the miraculous splendour of everyday wonder.
A few blossoms float into the room. They drop like frayed yellow ribbons on the gray carpet.
Nature releases resistance sometimes slowly, other times powerfully, and always by example. Suddenly out of that calm comes momentum from a new direction.
There are high places that don’t invite us, sharp shapes, glacier-scraped faces, whole ranges whose given names slip off. Any such relation as we try to make refuses to take…I’m giddy with thinking where thinking can’t stick.
Where would the end be? Will the idea-the definition-of perfection stay the same? No. Perfection is too fickle. It’s in our nature to never be satisfied. We always think we can do more.
I closed my eyes and turned my face into the cold wind. When I felt it swept along my skin there was no past. No future. Just now.