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This is my rough draft for a paper in Eng 101. Just thought I'd throw it up here. Enjoy...

It’s easy to take the environment for granted. I do it every day. When I wake up and force myself to once again exist in the waking world, I don’t boldly march to the windows, rip open the shades and greet the rising sun as an old friend. When it rains (And trust me, it always rains in Washington), one would generally find me bundled snuggly in my room, quietly dozing to the tat tat tat of drops on the panes. If it’s warm out, one can spy my window open, to invite the cool breeze and fresh rain smell into my humble home. My footsteps are generally soft despite walking on once molten asphalt as I weave my way in and out of semi-clean city streets to the nearest bus stop. I take the environment for granted, and that’s the only way to view it.

Abby states “I dream of a hard and brutal mysticism in which the naked self merges with a nonhuman world and yet somehow survives still intact, individual, separate. Paradox and bedrock.” I find fault in this line, simply because I find nature where ever I look, even in the “nonhuman world”. The perfect representation of the paradox Abby speaks of is all around us, in the homes and towns and cities we all live in. There are days when I find myself so overwhelmed by nature that I am struck dumb with the awe and power of it all. The first time I saw a sunset striking Mt. Rainer’s snow covered peak, awash in orange fire, it seemed to take hours to learn how to breathe again.

While it’s wonderful to purposefully seek out the oneness with nature Abby actively hunts and see the world away from the shackles of “the clamor and filth and confusion of the cultural apparatus”, the simple desire of doing so is a uniquely human trait. I think I’ll take my cue from the animals in the land, who experience the land by taking it for granted. They simply exist, and invite the cool breezes into their homes.
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