Is nature itself a masochist? Does it hurt because it wants to be hurt back? Because it wants to die? It pushes and pushes until we fold and destroy it completely. The destruction is quick, but the chaos was eternal. If we don’t fold, it just gets uglier and uglier, until there’s nothing left of us to obliterate it. Then we become this certain shade of green. And we provoke what’s outside of us to destroy us. That is, both internal an external nature.