And perhaps what I imagine is more terrifying that what will actually happen to me. But who s to know. All I do know is that Nature will systematically make me disappear just as it did those ducklings, and there s not a damn thing I can do about it. But I still try, try to stop the madness, try to protest and combat the machinery of Nature that destroys, as helpless as I may sometimes feel. Tennyson is right.
Nature is red in tooth and claw.
And I don t like it. I never will. I hate the system and will do what I can to kick and scream and rage against its workings, make Nature less red. I guess I try to save those ducks because I too know what it is to want someone to help you, to want someone to lessen your fear, to want someone to ease the suffering. In trying to rescue those ducks, I am also, in a sense, trying to rescue myself from the hands of an indifferent and brutal universe.