Why do we as a people choose to live in beautiful and risky places? Beautiful places are relatively dangerous; the forces that made them beautiful are the same forces that will ultimately destroy them.
Simon WinchesterRead
Nature is not evil. The world occasionally shrugs its shoulders, and people get knocked off. The earth, for geological reasons that are well known, is a fairly risky place to live. To be evil, you have to have intent. Any remarkable natural happening in which no human will is employed cannot be regarded as evil.
Interpretation
Nature itself is not malevolent; it operates according to its own laws, which can sometimes be harsh.
This quote by Simon Winchester suggests that natural disasters or phenomena should not be attributed moral qualities such as evil, as they occur without intent. It emphasizes that the earth, governed by geological forces, can pose risks, but these risks are part of nature's indifferent operations rather than acts of malevolence.
In practice
In a speech about climate change, one might refer to this quote to emphasize that nature operates without moral intent.
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