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We must return to original nature. We must go back home.



Vital dissatisfaction of many people is due to an estrangement from nature. This is a physical estrangement; but It also is an estrangement from deepest longings of human heart. When anyone, full of ambition, decide an objective that is far from original conditions of nature, vital dissatisfaction appears. Vital dissatisfaction is very difficult to overcome, because It does not usually show its causes.
I know that we are all differents; everybody have their own desires; but everybody come from the same origin. Everybody have inherited (because we are all Homo sapiens) similar genetical information. This genetical information has been configured along a long process of struggle and love with mother Earth. Earth has given us all the things.

Some people say they hate nature, but they say this because they have moved away from natural elements and they don't recognize their origins.

We must walk through the woods to avoid depressions and dissatisfactions. We must choose virginal woods, more than marked trails or limited fields. We shouldn't despise rainy days. In rainy days, forest's smells easily spread. We shouldn't fear mud. Mud is the best skin cream. We must choose wild beaches, without promenades, or footpaths, or civilizing posters, or swimsuits, or strange artifacts. Many people load their stridency, and they carry it where they want to flee. We must search inhospitable and wild territories; territories without services or facilities. We must believe in nature's mistery, even though somebody says that mistery is dead, and that all places are discovered. Earth quickly recover its wide and its green colour. Earth is soon again wild and virgin. Then, Earth give us again the lost origin and the old natural image that anyone had erased.
 We must return to original nature. We must go back home.      


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To the post I wrote yesterday:
Catalonia, a long way of resistance. Thanks Pete!
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