The most recent BBC SpringWatch series was excellent as it went a lot further into the urgent need for and the reasons for conservation. But I always feel that modern conservation makes it sound like a luxury rather than a necessity. And when conservation is made a necessity it is done in terms of its benefit to humans. It appears that there this no argument for Life itself. And that was the original purpose of this blog (more of less). What is the point?
SpringWatch has always, since the days of Bill Oddie and his depression, referred to the benefits of Nature on mental health. Now there seems to be more evidence that nature provides health benefits far exceeding any medicine. But no one ever asks why? Chris Packham argues that we evolved in a natural environment and so this is why we have the connection. But it suggests had we evolved in a city we wouldn't need nature: it makes it rather conditional.
All this misses the point that Nature IS essential. But why?
Watching nature does one absolutely fundamental thing, more fundamental than anything else that humans can do.
Nature asks us to see things the way they are. That is the reason it is the core of good mental health and a happy life. All unhappiness and mental illness comes from seeing the world in an artificial unrealistic way. Think of the worse mental illnesses where people have delusions and lose touch with reality. Psychiatry says that this is due to chemical imbalances in the brain, or genetics. But why are the chemical imbalances there, and why did the genes gets switched on? It is to do with not looking at the world the way it is in the first place. You can take drugs to treat the symptoms but to cure mental health problems requires rebuilding the habit of seeing the world as it is. That means not the way we want it, but just as it is. And appreciating Nature is exactly that, learning to see Life as it is.
Seeing a bird come to rest on a branch, study the ground for food and then drop down to feed may seem like an interest for an ornithologist or ecologist. But it requires exactly the same mind that we would use to observe ourselves. If we are not feeling well we will observe our own coming to rest, and look closely at how we feel. The mind that watches nature is exactly the mind seated in reality from which perspective we can see how not just the world is, but also how we are, that is our own Nature. This is the true mind. It is a mind very different from the argumentative mind that jumps between perspective, trying to justify one or the other. It is very different from the fantasy mind that dreams of the future, or recalls the past, or day dreams about the things that are of interest to us.
The mind that watches nature must see what is there, that is its only subject matter, and that is its only goal. Meditation is a practice developed thousands of years ago across the globe to strengthen this "seeing things as they are" mind, this mind of reality. This is the true mind, and straying from it, is straying from ourselves. we become fake, we become gradually more unwell.
Now this is all no trivial thing. The whole Western World is built upon this mistake. We live in a world that is essentially mentally ill because it has ceased to be interested in the world as it is. we are more interested in how the world could be, its possibility, its fantasy rather than its reality. And our view of reality has been altered. We have replaced the "world as it is" with Science or more precisely "knowing" how the world is. I used to dream as a child that eventually the day would come when I knew everything and I could close my eyes and bury myself in a darkened cell and within my mind I would know the world. This is Science with its vast database storing everything there is to know, and then destroying the world because it is no longer needed. We see this mentality in the idea of conservation DNA databases where it doesn't matter if the animal goes extinct because we have its DNA and we can recreate its type any time we like. But all this is not "things as they are" it is the "fantasy mind" filled with potential and the blue prints of the world, but without an actual world. This is the mind of illness and unhappiness and non-reality. In more biblical metaphor this is the trap that the Devil is luring mankind into. His fantasy mind is the witches house made of sweets that looks so enticing but when we are inside we realise it was a trap and only death awaits us.
One result of this fantasy mind is the idea of "improvement" or "progress.," We take a glance at the world as it is, but then immediately start dreaming about what we can do to improve it. We conjure up fantastical possibilities of happy worlds where no one is ill and no one dies, where every need is met by machines and government is liberal and grants us every freedom. Caught up in our fantasies we start working toward a better world. we come to hate "the world as it is" because it is so unlike what we dreamed of. And maybe we will be successful in achieving our dream or maybe we won't, but there is a fundamental problem: our children will not care for our labours and our dreams! Why is this? Because all we taught them to do was take a glance at the world and then dream of something better, and so before long they will hate the world we created as much as we hated the world we inherited from the previous generation. And as the generations tick past, no one will ever be happy. Each generation just teaches the next to ignore the world and chase after fantasy instead. This is the tread mill of progress upon which mankind has been walking and then running for many centuries now.
But why would mankind have got trapped in chasing after "improvements"? It is the same reason that individuals get caught up in improvements: they do not want to see things as they are, they do not want to look at Nature. Sometimes it is hard to see things as they are. It requires facing reality, and seeing both the good and the bad. Our bird jumping down onto the ground to feed may catch a mouse and start to bite its head, or another bird may swoop down and piece the flesh of our bird with its talons. The way things are is not guaranteed to be a fairy tale and so it is often easier to fly off into fantasy and imagine how we want things. But this way unhappiness and eventually madness lies. In reality the mind that is honest and fixed in reality is not that troubled by the difficult to watch things; after all unlike the fantasy mind it does not have a blue print of how things should be. It is instead able to see how they are, how things operate together, what the reality is. And it loves this reality more deeply than anything.
The maker of a violin does not buy wood and then look at it with loathing, hurrying to make it into a violin that he can then look at with love. The maker of a violin loves the wood as much as the work to make the violin, as much as the finished product, as much as the music that is sounded through that wooden box. Sitting in the forest from which the wood came, the violinist can play the song of the dead tree to its companions, not to say that the violin is better than the tree from which it came, or the music better than the labours of the violin craftsman but to love the world that gives us trees, and crafts and violins and music and ears to hear, and minds that can appreciate music. To say thank you. As we listen to that fantasy scene, if we were truly there, we would be able to see everything just as it is: tree become violin become music.
The West has gotten stuck in a terrible loop since Plato and perhaps before. The fantasy world of The Forms: the world of perfect moulds from which all the world is mass produced copies is very much a vision of Mechanised Industry. No longer are we interested in the raw materials, we quite possibly loathe the raw materials if we see the meat being pureed in giant machines or the hectares of monoculture stretching to the horizon. We are no longer interested in the work, paying workers the bare minimum to get them to turn up for employment, spending as little as possible on their training to ensure they know just enough to do the job. Sacking them if they don't maintain productivity. The final product is all that matters and the customer is only interested in getting this home. But the love is shallow. The have no invested love in the product, the affection is likely only skin deep. And as fashion changes, or the novelty wears off the item is on eBay or down the rubbish tip and customer is out buying something new. The problem is that minds no longer look at how things are, but instead are more interested in how they could be, in the chasing of their fantasies, or worse the fantasies implanted in us by marketing divisions seeking to entice and control the population to buy their products.
Interestingly the conservation world is noting how this wasteful consumption is partly responsible for the ecological problems. The plastics problem arises from the mass wasting of single use plastics. But at root it is nothing to do with this, but the deeper problem of people harbouring fantasy minds and not minds involved with the way the world is: Mind that are not involved with Nature.
The wars that we see ravaging the world these days are driven by a desire to make the world a better place. If we just depose one more dictator, or bring one more country out of socialism then things will be better. We hate the world as it is, and dream of this better world. The kind rooted in Nature doesn't see this: the mind rooted in nature sees the world as it is. And this mind loves the world as it is. As said above there is no point changing the world, if we don't already love it, because our children will just be taught to hate it and try and change it themselves. We must love the world as it is, and teach our children to love it as it is. We must show them to love themselves as they already are, not in need of improvement at all. How odd is it that in relationships people dream of a partner who loves them for who they are, loves all their flaws. How odd when if we ourselves already did that then we wouldn't need to dream of such a partner, we would just love ourselves right now, and love the life we live and love the world we are a part of: we would quiet simply love nature.
Now I had this discussion with my sister and she said this is hard for people who have for example been abused in some form. How can someone who as experienced years of abuse, never been shown love, been taught to hate themselves, is filled with anger, guilt, revenge, loathing, disgust, hopelessness, emptiness, sadness, depression, darkness, self-destruction, feelings tearing the soul apart... where there is nothing to hold on to, a quick-sand of spiralling unstable emotions that never stops: where is the love?
Love is not a nice feeling, or a sleep by a warm fire. It is not the loving hug of our mother, or the company of friends. It is much more. It is watching nature. When we watch nature we may see warm feelings, we may watch joyful emotions rise, or great clarity of mind, peace and tranquillity. But in some ways these are the unlucky people because they may come to see these experiences as Nature itself. Watching their beloved scarlet macaws feeding on fruits in the canopy of a tranquil forest: how oblivious they are to the true scale of nature. A hawk dives from the air and in a puff of feather our beautiful scarlet macaw is snatched from the branch and from the clutches of the hungry shadow soaring away, it now hangs lifeless with a broken neck. The watcher of nature must watch it all and deeply appreciate the world as it unfolds, as it is. And so it is for the abused. I am not particular abused, I come from a standard dysfunctional family so in most ways I am not in a position to speak. The path away from abject desolation and despair is potentially long and difficult, but we should not fantasise about a time when we feel as want, this is not the nature mind. Instead if this is where we find ourselves then this is reality, and it is the road we are travelling, there is no other. It is of course much more compelling to enter into fantasy when the road is this bad, and perhaps it is too hard not to reside in fantasy for a while. And indeed if we must we need rest there. But eventually step by step it is the road of reality, seeing things as they are, that we must take: the natural road. Whatever resides in our memories, is the Past. If we see reality as it is, we will see that the past is just the past and exist only in our memory : just a part of our fantasy. And whatever we desire is just in our imaginations : which is also just our fantasy. The reality is here and now, it is outside our fantasy, outside the past and the future and if we learn to see what is happening now as it is, as Nature, then we are actually free from almost everything. Even right now if we watch Nature carefully we will see that most of what is going on is actually that common species of animal called the "thought." Thoughts are also a type of fantasy. These animals like birds fly into our consciousness constantly like voice-overs or subtitles, and it is very easy to get distracted from what is going on and start watching them instead. This can be alright, but thoughts like birds fly off and take us on a journey into fantasy and sometimes this fantasy is story that we don't like and is very unhelpful. It might be a fantasy about how we hate ourselves, or how we are a bad person, or how we are a failure, or it may be one about how amazing we are and how worthy we are. All these stories are not real and distract us from watching what is going on which is always much more subtle and honest than these fake fantasy thoughts. If we watch them carefully, then like we watch birds, we let them come when they come and we let them fly off when they go, then we are becoming very good nature watchers. This is the essence of a perfect and true mind.
Watching carefully we will notice something very important especially about thoughts: their attractiveness and why we are so keen to follow them more than reality is because we believe they belong to "us." Being a part of "me" we feel compelled to get hooked on them and get distracted from reality. But this is a trap. Thoughts are no more "us" than birds in the tree. They are just a part of reality and nature. As Hindu writers often point out, this physical arm that seems so intrinsic to me and seems so "mine" can very easily be lost and amputated making us puzzle as to whose it really was. Now there is a great comfort and peace in residing in the "mine" and I have not resolved this entirely myself, but certainly this issue of Nature required the greatest careful observation as it is the most confusing.
Finally what has been written here suggests that our life just comes to a stop when we watch nature. We are already perfect, there is nothing to do. The world is already completely lovable and appreciated so why change it. And this is true. But it also doesn't stop us from doing things. We can certainly build violins from trees. Its not that we don't like trees, and its not like violins are the only things that matter. But the difference between this and the unhealthy mind and world of fantasy and improvement, is that we don't need to, we just think it might be worth while. Humans are after all creative and active beings. It is our nature to do things like this and enjoy music, and if we watch that nature in ourselves we will see how humans come to do these amazing things that no animal does. And if we watch that carefully we will probably see that the truest actions that humans do are probably those centre around other people. The violin craftsman for all their love of wood and craft must also love other people to whom they will eventually give their violins. But its all part of the process of the world, part of the unfolding of time and the way things are that some people make violins and some play them. But there is no before or after, no start and end, and no better or worse in this unfolding of nature. We loved the world at the start, and we will love it at the end no matter what.
So protecting the environment is not a choice, it is not a value added, it will happen when humans become happy and start watching and appreciating their lives, the world and nature as it already is, when they step out from their fantasy minds into the bright sunshine of Nature, or as Plato put it when they leave the cave.