Earlier today I and a friend headed for a part of the forest I hadn't visited for a while. I had expectation in my eyes, and looked forward to photograph a lush, shadowy slice of the wilderness.
The sight that confronted us always make despair fill me. All the trees there had been cut down and removed. The place had been totally transformed into a horrible, twisted facsimile of what it had been. It isn't very big, about hundred square meters or so, but it was special. There was a small waterfall, a few rocks covered by moss and the growth, a downright magical place in a certain light and sunlight. Now, its ecological system had been ruined in just a few hours of vandalism.
I have talked about this before, how people have no true appreciation for nature, for the wilderness, and don’t know what it is and how it works. My friend doesn't either. He didn't think it was such a big deal.
- It’s prettier, now, he said, - without all that mess.
He also thinks that a cleansed field on a farm or anywhere looks better than one filled with trees, with wild growth. His view is very typical in today’s society.
People that don’t know better tell me that logging a forest is okay, that at least some of the companies doing it are replanting the area, which is yet another horrible ignorance. The new trees aren't even remotely the same trees that were cut down. The ecology of the area is ruined, and only the facsimile, the twisted, manmade copy remains.
It isn't strange, isn't strange at all that humanity is destroying nature on the massive scale we see and have seen for so long. It’s merely a logical extension of what we are taught to appreciate, to prefer.
The wilderness is only recreation, and hardly even that to modern humans.
We are told repeatedly, directly and indirectly that civilization is good and nature is bad, and most of us firmly believe it. That’s all there is to it, really.