When we live in nature, we again recognize the principles that we ourselves must obey. We lift the stone and destroy a whole city of ants, or a family of woodlice has to flee in the face of this catastrophe. Some of these creatures were killed by our act. The others driven away in fear and terror. Good that they have where to go. Good that they still dwell in a cosmos that offers them refuge and nourishes them. At the next stone or under the next old piece of wood. Everything is there for them again somewhere else when a disaster comes upon them in one place. Blessed are the ants and the isopods, that they have it so well and are so protected.
We destroy homes, we make whole peoples wander, we cause fear and terror, we bring sudden death. We separate the ant that sits on our trouser leg, and by our walking we separate it forever from its own, which it so desperately needs to survive. And we think ‚Whoops. How it’s swarming under the stone.‘ and we think ‚Away with you from my trouser leg, you vermin.‘ That’s all we think. If anything. For it is the way of life that we concede to other beings. ‚It just happens to them what happens,‘ someone then says. ‚It wasn’t my intention, after all,‘ someone else may then say. – We should then look at our lives and also accept for ourselves that death comes, that change comes, that loneliness comes. It just happens what happens. No one has an evil intention towards us… There is no reason for us to grumble. At least not if we give up persevering and surrender to the change of things again. We don’t want to die, but we kill continuously. We want to live forever, but give the animals and plants the early death….