Tuesday November 5th 2013 Tim
"Mother Nature," is something I cannot say
aloud without beginning to feel like some sort of mental patient reading
to the kindergarten. If I consider this dislike of the expression,
I find it's because I'm along side those who might suggest
that "Mother Nature" is an ill defined category. The
something out there with a mind of its own. An enemy interrupting
the desire to build beach houses. An interruption to the flow of
commerce. "The damn ship was toppled by typhoon. Sunk to the bottom of
the sea with all my gold inside it." As well as the "oh how wonderful"
associations often attached to this benighted expression.
It's also the case,
unfortunately, that I am not perfect. My own war with this category,
will too regularly include vehement opposition to seasons.
Precipitating a general dislike of members of my own species who claim to
like winter, snow, the hell of falling leaves. Frost on fields.
And here I am very happy to argue that freeze achieves nothing for soil that
we organisms by ourselves cannot achieve. Which is a nonsensical
position to take, worthy only of a political extremist, of whom we have had
enough already, and which requires from me a redefining of "Mother Nature."
Perhaps even an altogether different combination of words, and I think this
because saying aloud the word "Ecology" also makes me feel like some sort of
mental patient reading to the kindergarten. Most definitely I have a few
issues and might soon be carrying banners..