I agree. I have always been a wondering dreamer. Staring at the subtle way flowers leaves and flowers petals always follow a very geometrical formula.
Fractals in nature spur my interest instantly. The way different grasses grow in large meadows during different times of year. The way insects seem to
be able to fly with ease. The way ants communicate through nothing more than pheromones. I love watching a cat stalk a bird, slowly inching towards
its target. The bird flies away and in an instant the cat finds something else to do.
The way I view the world built a very strange world within me and around me. City scape, (unfortunately in which I live) sadden me. The nature is
artificial and planted. Humans are beautiful in almost every way. We can have great compassion for one another and great intelligence. We are however,
naive to the shortness that we live here. We treat one hundred years as if it will last forever. We have always been short sighted I guess. When a
tree can last four thousand years, one hundred years should not be considered long.
After growing through my teen years camping, hiking, exploring forests and parks and looking at the itty bitty small things in nature. (Ants, micro
organisms, plankton, algae, soil, grass, plants) It created a person that saw himself as that, a simple cog in a very very large machine stretching
far greater than just us humans. It created the idea that the world is my home. Not just the place I inhabit. It gave me a greater connection to
nature and the workings of the natural land. However, this great appreciation for nature did not bring me happiness, it brought me sorrow. Sorrow
because I saw what we humans have done, what we have created. A world fit for only ourselves. Leaving small parts of the natural habitat for
"parks" or "wildlife parks" in the majority of first world countries. But as I grew my humanly world ideals I soon realized that it is all
cyclical.
We saw it following evolution and these adaptations that allowed some species to live on and others to die out. Its what will happen to us in the
indefinite amount of years before we die out. That could be two hundred years or tomorrow. But we could also save it. We could turn our species
around, but like those species on the evolutionary tree that died, they could never had seen it coming until it was too late. (We could if we took our
heads out of our asses.) So I have now come to the conclusion that we will die, our species. I dont care when, because when is not important. What is
important is this. The seventy five years of life you are given. Those beautiful years where you get to be in consciousness. You get to explore the
physical world on Earth and far beyond. We are far seeing and deep within. We can explore the Universe as well as explore our minds. This is it. This
is life and that is what we get to enjoy.

