Nature is neither cruel nor generous.
Nature is powerfully mysterious.
We have maybe learnt to find several of its laws, but we cannot say we can grasp it in the whole; we can contemplate it, with respect, if it’s possible.
Nature is stronger, much stronger than everything we might build.
Sooner or later, if we neglect any maintenance, all what seemed to superpose itself on natural scenery becomes little by little absorbed and covered by the strength of nature , which is always looking for its dominion back.
Some buildings can last for many centuries, others get dilapidated in few years.
We still see vestiges of Roman paved roads even though nature has worked hard to cancel them and to get its wild spaces back.
Many materials unluckily take too many years to disappear and to be reabsorbed, like plastic.
But nature is patient.
There is an amazing contrast in this long lasting patient perseverance of nature and its sudden power, which makes it burst occasionally in exaggerated displays of energy.
We cannot grasp this mechanism completely and probably it’s not that important to rationalize the principles.
I have always been amazed noticing the force of life which makes wild flowers and little plants grow in every slit and crack of stones too.
There is something chaotic which is fascinating in all that.
A waste of thousands of grains to give life to only one little plant sometimes.
It’s a slightly stormy day; summer has treated me well so far, as if it could understand what I like.