Nature is more like a seesaw than a crystal, a never-ending conga line of bold moves and corrections.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Real progress in understanding nature is rarely incremental. All important advances are sudden intuitions, new principles, new ways of seeing.
Nature does not proceed in a straight line, it is rather a sprawling development.
Crystals grew inside rock like arithmetic flowers. They lengthened and spread, added plane to plane in an awed and perfect obedience to an absolute geometry that even stones - maybe only the stones - understood.
Here at home, we're in a world of right angles and human construct, so whether it's cement or plastic or steel, everything is at an angle. But nature is chaos theory in full play. So having that uniqueness of what nature is gives me a sense of rejuvenation and scale.
Nature can always be more complicated than we imagine.
Nature is infinitely creative. It is always producing the possibility of new beginnings.
There is always another way to say the same thing that doesn't look at all like the way you said it before. I don't know what the reason for this is. I think it is somehow a representation of the simplicity of nature.
Nature moves towards balance.
Nature provides exceptions to every rule.
Every particular in nature, a leaf, a drop, a crystal, a moment of time is related to the whole, and partakes of the perfection of the whole.