when i grew up, the land used to be left to itself. life would grow and evolve at its own pace, and clutter the ground with organic debris. this used to be calming, and formed a soothing mental backdrop to my thinking about my life. perspective was more or less easy.

today the land is never left free.it is constantly dug, built, churned, trashed..... it's like living inside an ant hill, except that the ant-hill has consumed the known world...

ref : tao of pooh,  small is beautiful ( haven't read this tho)