Do you ever think about how these other forms of life relate to time, and how they interpret its passing? Still, in the end, nothing is immune to the disease of chronology. Time washes over us all, yet weathers us at different rates and to different extremes.
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.