Ever been a little too close to someone who just farted? Sometimes it just can’t be helped. A subway car or movie theater is where we know most of what is going on with our fellow man. Yet we have a degree of anonymity and can get away with it. Of course being out in nature is the place where no one cares, so let loose. I am told there is an expression in German “like a fart in the Alps”, which means something has little significance.
I recently spent time in the wilderness areas of Texas, open spaces so huge where I feel so tiny by comparison. Camping in a spot where others have been, I could usually find something left by my fellow man. The sky out in the wilderness is huge and constantly moving, circulating. Or is it the earth that is moving? Oh, never mind. We are all moving, moving, moving.
This little ball we all live on is circulating, and sooner or later everything comes around again. After some time, or longer, the things of nature are recycled. Many of the things we humans make are outside of this natural cycle, and are staying with us, not going away. The oceans carry things long distances to other places, carried and not always buried.
When we have harsh neighbors in the subway car we can move to another spot for the fresh air. We live on this circular world, and everywhere we move we are still on our home. Where else is there to move?