In Defiance

In nature we confront the bare reality that there is no place for man. He must, by deeds of great force, carve out his own among the trees and the bugs.

In nature we hear the ever fainter call of the wild, yet a more visceral siren calls us to take up the hammer and the spade. It is the siren of civilization. A call from within beckoning for us to claim a place called home. The forests must give way to cities. It is endowed in the soul of all persons this lust for a home, a place of comfort.

“Take that, nature!”, we have said. “We refuse to be exiles from The Garden any longer. Here is our New Garden, and we’ve built our own trees from your obsolete wooden towers. This is ours, this is home.”

It is a terrific act of defiance, and a basic right of passage for all peoples. The unceasing tedium of great natural beauty must be interrupted by a dwelling for man. Hungry for company, a place of our own, we defied nature.