Mon 11 Jul, 2016 08:34 pm
What are your feelings toward nature? Trees, sunlight, the acres of green; do you enjoy being in the presence of these?
sure. if it's not too hot.
There is a lot of difference of trees, acres of green and sunlight and being in a forest.
The first thing is enjoyable, walking in a dark forrest at night to get home is absolutely nothing to enjoy.
If I were King of the Forest, Not queen, not duke, not prince.
My regal robes of the forest, would be satin, not cotton, not chintz.
I'd command each thing, be it fish or fowl.
With a woof and a woof and a royal growl - woof.
As I'd click my heel, all the trees would kneel.
And the mountains bow and the bulls kowtow.
And the sparrow would take wing - If I - If I - were King!
Each rabbit would show respect to me. The chipmunks genuflect to me.
Though my tail would lash, I would show compash
For every underling!
If I - If I - were King!
Monarch of all I survey -- Mo--na-a-
Do you know how find your way out of a forrest in case you are lost?
Nature can be a challenging adversary. Or a great friend. Both cruel and merciful. Always beautiful. I think that even as she kills me, I would love her.
She's neither cruel nor merciful. She just doesn't care.
Yep. It just seems she has these qualities. And others. Maybe a precursor to religion.
It's sure a religion when you sacrifice a goat in exchange for good farming weather.
When the weather turned out nice, the sacrifice worked, reinforcing the faith. When the weather turned out foul, the sacrifice was insufficient, so kill another goat, also reinforcing the faith.
What is it you enjoy the most?
I thin it's been years since I was in a forest like that: I'm guessing that the area in question is deep in the forest.
Do you think there's meaning, in the very fact of interpreting nature?
Yes. The meaning is deep inside us, as we are a part of it.
Wee beasties lurk there, waiting to suck your blood.
Is it possible that anyone who has ever existed is meant to be an interpreter of nature, including the participants in the Battle of Hastings, or anyone who's ever be known as a refugee?
Looks like the edge of the woodlot on my best friend's farm. Always terrific to wander around there.