Nature is the term and the concept we humans use for the life and force that involves cells and progeny and species and storms and ice ages and genetic shifts and adaptations and wild winds and high seas and life duration and sunrises and more.
We say we go 'Out into nature 'meaning we are visiting a forest or meadow or pond or path or sunlight. Taking momentary leave of our cars, our homes, our high rises, our factories, our stores , our gathering places, our inside life.
We list it as one of the things we 'like'.
We decide it is female and frivolous and dangerous and powerful and beautiful and most capricious.
We designate human names for it's hurricanes and joke that you can't fool the universal Mother that is Nature.
We delineate Nature as living on only our planet, a female, Mother Earth. As if the planet is warm and fuzzy and female and forgiving and passive and enduring nourishing; and indulgently tolerant of all our wrongs and greed and excesses and I distance upon ha not what we want how we want when we want, and then whining and keening when these things make us sick and suffer and die.
We grossly misunderstand all of these things. 'Natural Consequence'. Females. The Earth.
We describe as Natural all those things coming from Nature, as we prod, twist, kill and eat and yearn.
We push off from Naturally curly or straight or frizzy or sleek, bleaching and treating our hair and cutting up our bodies and turning our lives far from home.
Yet, humans are a small hurrah. We are a swift dream upon one small planet, tucked within the infinite, within the endlessness of history of all planets and time and being.
We will be here, we shall be gone.
Nature shall shift shift shift and change again, all across all universes.
We are a small moment in the existence of all that is.
Nature was never ours.
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