The tranquil appearance of nature seems to be in contrast with how its own nature is one of discord. In retrospect, I as an observer am blithe when in nature, surrounded by the sounds and sights of flashing colors, of mating calls, and of rushing water. However, I know, as an observer, that I can just as quickly degenerate into a mass of flesh and instincts, with all egotism lost. For when the seemingly infinite peace of nature leaves the masquerade, it shows how proportioned nature can be to humanity in its, by definition, inhumanity. Yes, inhumanity, for nature is just as cruel as it is kind, and just as dangerous as it is a safe haven to those seeking shelter. Nature when angered can be as petulant as an ill-tempered child. For there are deadly herbs among the delicious berries, that we observers so often grope for when looking for something to eat from an innocent bush or vine. Yes, beware nature even when watching the abundance of glory that fills the soul with life, for if an observer does not heed this warning, a sepulchre is the only fate left for those poor, foolish, beauty seekers.
