Part of the appeal of venturing out into the wilderness is surprise: for all of the complexity of our society, we often entertain a simplistic view of nature upon removal from it in our daily awareness, which makes all the more surprising the multitude that unfolds before us along a deep hike. Certainly the sciences hold knowledge that acquires an astounding depth of complexity concerning natural systems, but to repeat, this knowledge remains compartmentalized and separated from the daily attention, especially for laymen.
So one comes across melting snow, which drips and pools and reflects its surroundings, carrying sediments and percolating into the ground or washing over rock. Insects are buzzing dense amidst floating dusts and pollen. Rocks are passing through a spectrum of colors as moisture and light pass over them.
It is all surprising; nature is doing things that we weren't aware it was doing, right before us, impressing themselves into our consciousness. And it has always been doing these things.
A world is revealed that we were dimly aware of but had forgotten. We see the phenomenal aspect of this nature in arranged music: forces unfold and beget each other as others as passing away after having expressed themselves.
There is a perpetual unfolding and disintegration, these things passing in and out of the consciousness.
