The idea that we consider ourselves different to the natural world around us is a strange one. Our perceptions and attitudes towards nature vary wildly from person to person, and with so many people sharing this planet – it amounts to a great deal of hostile discourse.
Despite being a direct product of it, we still somehow see it as distinct and separate from ourselves, something to be revered, avoided, used, or removed.
We perceive it not as a part of us, but instead as something to untangle ourselves from.
Is this dissociation intrinsic to our very disposition as a destructive species, or could it be a by-product of nature’s own self-reflection?