While creating the illusion of the distinction of being inside and outside, man has tried to create a sphere without the natural aspects of dirt, water, animals, leaves, temperature, and weather.  Nature’s flaws have led man to squeeze a world proportionate to God into that of a man.  The defining geometric planes cease to exist, leaving nothing to protect from the sun’s nourishing touch against your back.

 
Trees give us oxygen while man gives off carbon dioxide, making one dependent on the other to live.  Why attempt to create a sphere without plants we are dependent on?  So quickly does the photographer take a picture or the painter create a landscape; but never do we actually stop and appreciate the overwhelming beauty of these structures and necessity of these trees.  The squirrel, as dependent on the trees as man, runs up the tree with his big bushy tail behind him.  Every ant, flower, bee and fish with the same purpose of survival except man who wants not only to survive, but to thrive. 

High grass swaying in the wind and crunchy brown leaves exist beyond my pleasure to crush under my socially unacceptable Crocs.  To the bird pooping it makes no difference whether it's a Toyota or a Lamborghini which he drops presents on.  Domestication leaves me sitting on the paved and impermeable blacktop unable to find a place where I can look in all four directions and not see man’s photoshop.

As I break a twig into two pieces, no matter what I do, I cannot make the stick whole again.  For now it does not seem to matter, tons of sticks surround me, enabling me to continue to carelessly throw them around.