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Piece 46 – Man & His Irrelevance to Nature By. Raimondo Graziano

Man & His Irrelevance to Nature

By. Raimondo Graziano

                Man has for much of history attempted to wrestle with the tour de force that is nature; and it has often lead to his ruin. Even when we work with nature, its brute force and strength, indifferent to humanity, unmoved by human concepts of mercy and right and wrong, its carves a path of glorious beauty all its own. It is the greatest painter, the meticulous sculptor, and the sternest of parents. It is utterly immovable by any force enacted on it other than itself. Even when we honor it, we can see that we are often ahead of ourselves. One can see it on the sea, in great ships. Or in the air, above, with our great planes and rockets. Nature is always waiting to squash even our most well-intentioned plans. There is a saying – that man plans and god laughs. For the more agnostically inclined, a more apt phrase would be – man plans, and nature sighs. 

                Man often overstates his cosmic importance – he being that his world is indeed so small compared to the expanse of the universe, must lift himself up in his idea of his own self-importance to both settle his mind, and to bring a sense of greater purpose to his otherwise, cosmically unimportant and immaterial existence. The truth is that for most of us we live lives of cosmic unimportance, though we carry on as if our deeds and actions could move the planets if we simply said so. Even for the greatest of conquerors, and the wisest of statesman their actions only transcend time here on this earth, and not across the endless ocean that is space. Perhaps if we took heed in a deeper understanding of our humble spot amongst the heavens, we would live lives of quiet duty, rather than seek to subjugate and exact our will on what we deem as lesser people.

                 Perhaps we would live in a quieter, simple world if we were all humbled by the reality of our existence.  To curb one’s ego, to quote a common subway scrawling one sees in the underground of New York City. Man speaks directly to the embodiment of the universe and is so arrogant as to expect a reply. The universe, and nature is indifferent to our existence – it does not accommodate and it does not make exceptions. It is an institution in and of itself and it cares little for us, a relatively recent blip in its expanse. We must work within its laws, and not force it to bend to ours. To do otherwise is sheer incompetence at the worst, and arrogance in its rawest form at best.

 

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