![headstone](http://billemory.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2015/12/151211-s2109-headstone-gyard.jpg)
![There are varying ways to interact with the natural world. The graveyard up top is in a harmonious interaction, an elemental gracious return to earth. And then there are the rest of us, the oafs.](http://billemory.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2015/12/151211-s2111-discarded-tv.jpg)
And then there are the despoilers. Same woods, same hill, different mindset.
photography from the Chesapeake Bay watershed by Bill Emory
At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless;
Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is,
But neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity,
Where past and future are gathered. Neither movement from nor towards,
Neither ascent nor decline. Except for the point, the still point,
There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.
–T.S. Eliot, The Four Quartets, Burnt Norton