We have unquestioningly crowned the Homo sapien as the king of nature and as the organism most deserving of compassion and sympathy; it is separate and elevated above all other animals. Why?
"Yeah, I'm the big bad f*cking wolf. What're you gonna do about it punk? And yeah, I'll eat your whole flock of sheep, your grandmother, and I'll huff and puff and blow your flimsy ass house down while I'm at it too!"
It is a place that is somehow incredibly somber and oddly comforting at the same time. It is secluded and peaceful, as cemeteries should be I suppose. I think I’ll be buried here one day, too.
There is a fascinating, albeit depressing, dialectic between the consumption of "wildness" and the destruction of our natural world.