I spend a lot of time in "nature." I'm not dead yet partly from more than ordinary luck and partly due to my fear of nature. Nature is the ultimate... shall we use a metaphor? -- psychopath. It is a mindless and cold killer. It has no intention, and it kills. There's nothing to love. Face fast-approaching death by dehydration and see how much love you have for nature. There's nothing to feel anything about. Not love, not hate. It is an endless emptiness of force without purpose or point. Yet, there are those times in those places where there is more than brute-stupid nature: there is the Mystery. Part of that Mystery is music as made by ordinary men. Here's one now. Below we'll have a chance to listen to the same music in a different way and sense again a furthering of the Mystery.
Cool Water as done by Hank Williams
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I like people as a rule, and some I truly love. Because I love some people I am willing to kill others and stop their Earthly existence altogether. Some things I can control. Some I cannot. Sometimes I try and succeed, only to find I wish I hadn't. Such is the nature of living.
Here is some copy from Covenant Zone, posted by and some written by Truepeers.
The question is who controls? Nature doesn't control anything, it just is as a force. People act within it in life. They die. To be at the mercy of a force that doesn't matter is, for some, too much to bear, and they, feeling a need to be the Reason of the universe, take on the role left by the vacuum of nature. Dying alone in the sand under the sun is pointless, and so too is living for no reason at all. We can sort out some of the elements of nature and use them for our gain, but we can't do everything. We can't do everything but we have to do something. Woody Allen points out that nobody beats the house; but we should all give it a go till we lose the last hand and cash in our chips for good.
What game should we play? Some, as we see below, play the game of little gods. It works till they find themselves without water, a pretty common commodity till there ain't none. And then one realises just how dependent we are on nature itself, for simple things like water to drink to live. One might control the machinery of death and bathe the world in blood for the good of all in times of glory and plenty; but if the tap runs dry, then one would give the world for a drop of water. It makes one acutely aware of ones triviality. That's not the whole story.
[F]or a Kingdom of This World to be complete, it is first necessary that God should not exist. The Universe must be closed. The Party’s word must be final. It is imperative that the Last Prophet should have come. The book is ended and the ultimate words are written, not as an earnest of more to come, but as a grant of absolute power to those who rule on the earth.
[D]ostoevsky might have said ... that for everything to be permitted to the State, then God must not exist. If God does not exist, then the State is free to organize against man. The ideological imperative of global warmingism is this: even nature must be brought into the political system. There is no “out there” there. Not God, not Nature. Not anything you might want to call the Creator. Everything is subject to the political process. Man must control the climate. If the climate goes bad, it is because our politics is bad.
[W]e need to allow ourselves to explore the anthropology of the human concept of "God", not to diminish the basis for real faith by attempting to reduce what cannot be reduced to systematic knowledge, but to create a greater faith in the human ability and necessity ever to expand the degrees of freedom in our shared systems and forms of sacrality.
I ain't so fancy. I know that a man can kill every living thing on the planet and smash the planet itself to dust by pushing a button; and I know too that the same man can crawl till he drops in the dust just because he hasn't got any water left in his bottle. A girl dies; a man survives. In the end there is the Mystery.