Saturday, I decided it was finally time to hack up the overgrowth of plant life in my back yard. With this in mind, I went to Smith & Hawken and bought a very cool Folding Saw to make my job easier. This morning, when I attacked my back yard, the Folding Saw worked beautifully.
What I’d forgotten, since I haven’t “gardened” in a long time, is the emotional benefit of industrious work’s solitude. I was able to relax and forget the world for a few hours, which was tremendous. Communing with nature made me feel almost as if I went to church today.
Looking for information for this post, I cam across the concept of Pantheism, which is defined as:
Any doctrine, philosophy, or religious practice that holds universe [cosmos], taken or conceived of as the totality of forces and/or matter, is synonymous with the theological principle of God.
I’m not prescribing this as a concept, nor am I going to adopt this and and become weird. Veganism is all the weirdness the world needs from me. But I think it’s fascinating that there are people compelled to slap a label on communing with nature. As a concept, it’s great, but a label? Fascinating.
Assuming a predisposition to wrap myself in this label, this would be my altar.
After my experience, I do believe there is validity to the concept. Throughout my life, I’ve always thought the idea of Satan to be utterly ridiculous. I could be wrong, but I base my beliefs on what makes sense to me and that concept does violence to my intellect.
Yet, two hours of yardwork convinced me that I’m wrong. Why, you may ask? It’s simple. I saw my first cicadas today and only Satan could create something as vile and evil.