Conscience is fragile. And new. In the humanities, nature has a bit of a bad rep – in colonialist and then post-colonialist context. It has this other meaning, as derived adjective, the meaning of easy, a positive connotation, an association with talent, skill, competence, pleasure, joy. I think the discourse dynamics is a bit more convoluted on this side.
Either way, it’s a resting place. And a freedom place. Life has always had a complicated relation with nature for us. Nature is invoked by religion to prevent any obstruction of life. Strangely the same religion associated with civilizing purposes. To which it responded that education and organization are really uplifting, saving, nurturing activities, not in the least destructive. Return to point 1.
But I don’t want to argue. What I want is to make an image where things are turned upside down and conscience is associated with nature. Which does not have to be the same as death associated with nature. I was touched by this story of easy death, the pagan tribe that dressed in white at funerals. At times, we were trying to be demonstrative of our independence from life through a light resignation into death. I suppose human kind has always struggled to organize these concepts. Including humanity. As a “post-nature state”. It’s a strange network.
A shift of focus is theoretically possible, as one doesn’t have to kill their partner upon break-up. Yet this seems so unheard of in places: conscience enjoying the legitimacy of nature.