I see that there is no nature
only that which we project onto her
that image perhaps evolved in us
due to an interaction with her
but we do not ascertain directly
we do not know anything concretely
everything is translated by sense
imperfectly, translated by science
temporarily, dictated by out-dated dogma
unsystematically, felt incompletely
identified with, with a mesh of duality
I see that there is no nature
that Nature does not exist
there are these myths of the good
myths of God, and shoulds
but our entire world imprisoned
memes, simulations, accepted truth
between us here, that may be false
to another kind of creature
the true and real are a disease
of their own ideas, there exists
a unity that we cannot fathom
that the hills, valleys, plains, oceans
forests, sunlight, flowers, grass
maybe nature without parts
is a whole for which we are
only a piece and therefore
cannot fully grasp beyond ourselves.
Wuji Seshat 