Nihilitarianism

In the human world I feel like a visitor in the wilderness who can ever see but not touch. I want to express the beauty I see around me, but the world around me does not understand. The trees don't care for my praise and the wildlife is scared away. The beauty I perceive around me certainly isn't the beauty of friendship, and isn't that the only kind that matters? In the end it's just a superficial beauty, and I am being overenthusiastic about what's basically just shapes and colors. There's no deeper meaning to it, no spirits in wind and water and fire — humanity, like nature, is just an indifferent force that sweeps everything away, incapable of understanding what it's doing, and whether it's creating or destroying.