“I sing the body electric,” said Walt Whitman. Herman Hesse heard the teachings of his blood pulsing within. William Wordsworth said,
“The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!”
Nature is without and within—man, the microcosm lives amidst the macrocosm. As the moon moves the tides does it not pull, albeit unfelt, on the 70% of our human bodies made up of water and blood? There is no life without an environment and within the environment there is life. The self and the environment are two but not two, they are one in essence. From ourselves we can know our surroundings. From the world we can know ourselves.