Place

Madeleine Gardner

I write to you as a freshman in English 101 held at Western Washington

University. The purpose of this assignment I anticipate prosing to you, was to
immerse oneself in an issue or a place, and question it in hopes of utter
understanding and quite possibly a better solution.
I personally prefer to immerse myself in a place of which there is quite
a lack of population. My English teacher was saying, just in class the other
day, that this general era of people is primarily focused on new-age
production of material of infinite varieties (or So they think). I thought this
sentence was an interesting entrance into what I would like to speak of-- With
that being said, self-reflection, theoretically, should be as crucial as ever if
we, as a species, intend on circulating our lives around this mentality for a
long while, as Im sure we do. An omniscient universal view should be
evidently contagious alongside each of the personal views being proposed.
For this Place, I was considering spectating on whichever natural
environment I ended up throwing myself into for the afternoon. Today, it

happened to be a look out point on Chuckanut drive but that is hardly the
point. I was began contemplating what one could receive from that seclusion,
rather than any contribution the average modernized human could think to
derive.

It is equally as valuable, however, in my opinion, to be able to easily

tap into this self-less, bigger picture omniscience among everyday crowds of
your own. One may do all of this meanwhile respecting the unspoken
communal code, as its an internal intuition.
I have come to the conclusion that when your eyes arent being
presently molded into the general collection of a scene, when one isnt being
integrated into the stream (which is often the case in settings containing
multitudes of others)one is free to the environment whole of your innate
existence. Upon the class time given to us for observational purposes, I
disregarded my classmates and sat on a tree, a tree upon which my rest
came naturally, as the roots penetrated into the parking lot.
Nature or Nurture? : A buried-alive topic I happened to hear this
weekend being discussed on the patio of a party. In this sense, we can define

nature as tentativeness to a natural inclination to socialize, the primary

confirmation of your human societal obligations.
True nature, in any sense, is more beneficial to long-term development
of human evolution. It seems to me that the mass-priority presently hovers
with egotism, centers on ownership. This greed I speak of is a popular,
modern and human-derived 6th sense. We have long become ignorant via the
ideals we, as a species, have created, heavily preventing most from their
natural course of being.
Nature clarifies and purifies itself once left to just be and Nature: is
also consistently our source of life. Our thumbs, contrary to popular belief,
dont verify our desire as a species to promote our grimy grip upon
everything we are simply exposed to. This strictly human ideology of which I
speak of, is going to soon self-destruct us. Its artificial and it is not natural.
The disposition in an environment of human seclusion is consistently
free of expectation. Communication radiates and that is because it isnt held
on the grounds of a man-made language. Understanding doesnt thrive in an
incoherent array of attempted description.

Human communication is inaccurate, just as its regularly and fluently

deceptive. Language, ironically, is the fastest route to misunderstanding and

deceit. It is, however, an inclination of our natural existence and necessary in

moderation. In my final opinion, I suggest it would help our species as a
whole if we learned to listen in balance with our own projection. Try to
immerse oneself always entirely in the pool of perception and feeling being
offered to you.

The harmony Ive come across here, in this place, is unaltered, a

virtuosity a mere civilization like ours couldnt touch. We are a species
suffocating for a recess of social constraint, a suspension of defined
establishment. Our fundamental blocks of society, Im afraid, are
misconstrued, and the we are internally dying to revive the universal child in
each and every one of us. With that, I offer you, whoever you may be, a
breath of fresh air in a ingenuous place of your own consideration.