This one day I took a walk in the woods to clear my mind. Instead I filled it with wonderful images of nature and numerous thoughts towards humans. I kissed a rock, a leaf, a snail and some mud. In return I was graced with the sight of a doe, a hawk, and a hedgehog. Nothing could be closer to a miracle in my mind. Humans, why do you spend your time trying to perfect and modify the perfect? Why are we the only species of animal which kills other members of our own species out of malice? I have a theory about men…we learned from nature how to benefit and take and acknowledge beauty, but we got so wrapped up in what nature had to offer that we forgot how to learn to give back. What other animals borrow, we take. We can see this through a "man-made" concept: the food chain. All other animals have a defined place in the food, eventually returning to nature everything they take, but humans….at the top of the food chain, we take form nature but do our best not to give back. We bury in stone or steel coffins, we cremate, how selfish are we? (This of course refers to the "western" world and excludes for example some Indian tribes who return their bodies to nature) whatever animal tries to restore the balance is considered dangerous and killed.

That day I hugged the earth, I hugged with all my might, returning at least a portion of the love that nature gave to me.