The forest is an fascinating combination of fast, fleeting and slow, eternal. A raindrop flew by. You won’t see it again. Trees stand here for a couple hundreds years. They are going to stay for a couple hundred years more.
The older I get, the more it seems to me that:
- Every beautiful thing is created by nature.
- Human creations are pitiful semblance, a distorted copy.
But I don’t agree with it. Feels like it’s thought of a fixed mindset, and I am yet to learn how to deal with it properly.