My uncle once looked into the distance from a road and pointed to a hill on top of which grew eight large trees. He looked at their shape their crowns made and said, “Only god could make that.” I was a teenager and felt it churlish to point out that the trees had been planted by people with just the right distance between them. But even if the individual moment was touched by human beings, the general idea was nature’s whole and complete.
I have learned that we tinker. We are like children with a huge great toy, and we explore and pat ourselves on the back at how brilliant we are to ‘discover’ this and that. Nothing we do is above nature, everything we ‘discover’ is her’s by right and her’s first. We are not inventors nor creators, we are simply people who explore what is already there.
And like children often we enjoy taking things apart to see how they work more than we enjoy putting them back together. But in taking them apart how much understanding do we really achieve? For all those with the deepest wisdom and knowledge say taking them apart is only to uncover how they are put together. Yet in so doing we often destroy what we already have.
The time has long past for us to cease being children.