“We die with the dying:
See they depart, and we go with them.
We are born with the dead:
See they return, and bring us with them.
The moment of the rose and the moment of the yew-tree
Are of equal duration. A people without history
Is not redeemed from time, for history is a pattern
Of timeless moments. So, while the light fails
On a winter’s afternoon, in a secluded chapel
History is now, and England”
— T S Eliot, from Little Gidding, V
Human beings seem to have largely got used to being in control and apart from nature. Ever since we stopped being primarily hunter-gatherers and moving to agriculture and raising livestock, we have had a different relationship with the land and the wild that lies beyond carefully tended fields.
No longer part of the ecological cycle, at least in our minds, we prayed to gods to keep the chaos of disease and bad harvest at bay. As times have advanced, we have relied more on the twin gods of science and technology. Neither is infallible.


