To see the infinite in a landscape, but not in a piece of plastic, is like worshipping God's clothing, instead of the Man Himself. Whatever you experience, remember one thing: you are that! Hear the roar of a truck passing your window, and say hello to yourself! It too is a part of Nature, and thus a part of your own body. And if anybody should ever harm you, who is it that does the harming? Can the sun burn itself?
I have found that if I venture into the forest - to get closer to Nature, my conscience gets the better of me. I see the trees going about their purpose, and all the while holding nothing against their brothers, the skyscrapers, in the concrete jungles. Yet here I am, failing to serve my purpose, shunning the concrete jungle and trying to find Nature! What a forlorn task!
He who hates the concrete and plastic of the city also hates Nature. What can be said for one who shuns Heaven in his search for perfection?