Living in nature, many of us feel a kind of anxiety about going back to the world. I've heard it from friends who never really spent any time in the wild and then go on a ten day hiking trip in the mountains. It happens quickly. You start to love the sunrise, the stars, the birds, the simple facts of life and the authenticity of living every moment. The radical truth contained in the chemical physical elements around you: rocks, water, soil. It all makes sense. You feel geologically aligned with the universe, accepting and even appreciating how small you are. You look back at society, the churning complicated communication storm, the ideological hurricane, the bombs the traffic the hysteria...
And realize it's a good day to be listening to the tinamous sing down the afternoon. That the trees look especially tall and wise today. The frogs will be out soon, the otters are heading to sleep. it's a good time to be fishing for piranha at the end of the world.
"Society, you're a crazy breed. I hope you're not lonely without me"
Into the Wild