We are all
part of the universe. We are the universe. Therefore whatever we are able to
create can be nothing but natural. Saying that our skyscrapers, our cars, our
technology or chemicals are against nature has the same exaggeration as saying
that an ants colony, a dam created by a beaver or a bee nest are abnormalities,
because they wouldn’t appear by themselves without the intentional intervention
of their creators.
Undoubtedly
that the power of the human’s creations is exponentially bigger and that its
impact over its environment is extremely destructive. But maybe if we would
change our glasses with pinker ones, we could say that this is a creative force
that molds its raw material trying to achieve, if not something beautiful, for
sure something worthwhile: an easier life, a life whose path to happiness is
smoother than it has ever been before. And as in any creative process, there
are many trials and errors. Many ideas that shine in the beginning with the
promise of great hopes turn out to be disastrous for other creatures that live
their lives by our side. Multiple voices slowly start to grow louder terrified
by the frightful awareness of our horrors like the thrills that climb a child’s
spine whenever he realizes that he did something wrong.
Our civilization
is in its childhood. It observes in a shocking way the transformation of its
body, the speed of its growth. It baths in its curiosity of poking around the
laws of the universe, unaware of its consequences, not having the patience to
wait to discover them because the enthusiasm of playing just overwhelms any
treasures that wisdom might shelter.
