Nature

I have been enormously grateful for the voice deep within myself that reminds me, everything is nature. I live in a world where nature is held as dichotomous with man-made, where nature refers only to flowers and trees and squirrels and tigers, and I've learned to move in this realm. But deep within there has always been my voice, calling, "rocks are nature too, so are metals, and chemicals, and compounds, and concrete and buildings and airplanes and the people-who-make-them". And if it's all nature, then it's all real, which is to say it all exists beyond the labels I might attach to it. It all has existence. And existence is me.