“I love nature.”
“I don’t do well in nature.”
“I like nature, but ______.”
What the hell do you think nature is, exactly? Why is it reduced to a word? Is it one place among many? Where you bring your dog to take a shit? Where you take a picture of a sunset? What you call “nature” is literally EVERYTHING THAT ISN’T MODERN SOCIETY. That’s a lot to dismiss with a word. It’s 1.3 billion years of life. It’s everything that ever did and ever will provide food, water, and air. Everything you eat, drink, and breathe comes from it.
Nature is REALITY. Swap “nature” with “reality” in everyday conversation, and see the insanity of the modern human paradigm.
Wanting to be in reality is a good sign. A signal of health. I’ve been in “nature,” in places that were real, and I am better there. Every organism stands a better chance of thriving in what we call “nature” than in the distortions of modern life. We thrive in reality. Who the hell knew? When and why did we begin thinking otherwise? When did “nature” become something to compare life against? When did we fall for that trick?
Let’s stop rewarding dissociation and calling it resilience.
The First to Fall 
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