| To call nature a system is a bit of an adventure. It is a chaotic system at best, more interdependent accidents all colliding and rebounding chaos than structure and order. We impose our understanding upon these events and draw diagrams and see order, when in fact there is hunger and death and breakfast. Mating algorhythms are even more sophisticated.
I believe we live in a slender and fragile slip of an atmosphere that is barely able to hold its footing for the changes being introduced to its nature by our supremist arrogance. It is that we see ourselves with the eyes of "God" - that we see ourselves as a reflection of causation, that we believe in unlikely renewal. |