Each of us is alone inside our own thoughts. We struggle mightily to express ourselves so that others will understand us, and many of us attempt to understand others, but we are always alone in our thoughts. Perhaps it is that innate aloneness that leads to us feeling separate from Nature. Oh, but we are so far from being separate from Nature; that is an illusion. We are not separate from nature, we are but a tiny part of Nature. We are not large, we are small. Earth itself is not large, it is minute. It is a mote in a sea of Nature so large that we call it the Universe. Hack and hew though we might, we will never tame the Universe. It will remain long after we’re gone.