What I love most about nature is how indifferent it is to us humans and human suffering. While we are here with our little or big tragedies - the wind is blowing, the leaves are rustling in the trees, the flowers bloom, and die - there's a great comfort in that indifference.
Interpretation
Nature remains unaffected by human struggles, offering comfort in its indifference.
This quote highlights the stark contrast between human emotions and the impartiality of nature. Valzhyna Mort suggests that while humans are often consumed by their own tragedies and dramas, nature continues its course without concern, providing a perspective that can be both comforting and humbling. The indifference of nature serves as a reminder of the larger, ongoing cycles of life, which can help us find solace in our own challenges.
In practice
Using this quote to comfort a friend going through tough times by reminding them of the stability found in nature.
Removing the weeds, putting fresh soil about the bean stems, and encouraging this weed which I had sown, making the yellow soil express its summer thought in bean leaves and blossoms rather than in wormwood and piper and millet grass, making the earth say beans instead of grass, - this was my daily work.
This is the moment when we must come together to save this planet. Let us resolve that we will not leave our children a world where the oceans rise and famine spreads and terrible storms devastate our lands.
From Nature's chain whatever link you strike,_x000D_ Tenth or ten thousandth, breaks the chain alike.
October is nature's funeral month. Nature glories in death more than in life. The month of departure is more beautiful than the month of coming - October than May. Every green thin loves to die in bright colors.
Even if you never have the chance to see or touch the ocean, the ocean touches you with every breath you take, every drop of water you drink, every bite you consume. Everyone, everywhere is inextricably connected to and utterly dependent upon the existence of the sea.
I have thought that wild flowers might be the alphabet of angels, — whereby they write on hills and fields mysterious truths, which it is not given our fallen nature to understand.
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