Schade, dass die Natur nur einen Menschen ausr dir schuf, denn zum wurdigen Mann war und zum Schelmen der Stoff.
Man is a complex being who makes deserts bloom and lakes die.
— Sometimes it would stop raining long enough for the stars to come out. And then it was nice. It was like just before the sun goes to bed down on the bayou. There was always a million sparkles on the water. Like that mountain lake. It was so clear, Jenny, it looked like there were two skies, one on top of the other. And then, in the desert, when the sun comes up, I couldn't tell where heaven stopped and the earth began. It was so beautiful.
— I wish I could've been there with you.
— You were.
— You were bitten by a chuckwalla. That shouldn't have happened. It's a reptile of peace. I have a theory. This isn't the first time nature's lashed out at you like this. I believe it's because your life is fundamentally at odds with the natural world. Huh? Therefore, nature rejects you.
— You're insane. Can I have some water?
— Look, I've been all over the world. You're the only human to my knowledge who's been bitten by a dolphin, a chipmunk, and a vegetarian lizard in the same calendar year.
Society, as we have constituted it, will have no place for me, has none to offer; but Nature, whose sweet rains fall on unjust and just alike, will have clefts in the rocks where I may hide, and secret valleys in whose silence I may weep undisturbed. She will hang the night with stars so that I may walk abroad in the darkness without stumbling, and send the wind over my footprints so that none may track me to my hurt: she will cleanse me in great waters, and with bitter herbs make me whole.