We have just returned from an unforgettable trip to Tuscany, Italy. Perched on top of a very steep hill, distanced from the rush and noise of human life, we silently observed nature in its very finest form.
Evenings were mostly spent listening to the music of birds and bees, at dusk drowned by the symphony of crickets.
We observed the manic mass movement of ants at sunset as they hurried in unison carrying loads so big it was hard to see the insect beneath.
We soaked in the changing colours of the vast open sky as it turned from piercing blue to pink and orange and then to the still darkness of the night…
Man can learn a great deal from the beauty of nature, the order in which it operates and the unspoken rules. Yet it is impossible to completely mimic it.
I thought of this on our return journey when reading an article on virtual reality. Of course advanced technology is such that we could recreate all the above, even the smell of nature, and deliver it in the virtual world.
Yes it would mean not needing to drive up a steep, twisting narrow dirt road where the only possible transport was the smallest car we could rent. Yes it would mean not being bitten by unfamiliar insects. And yes it would mean not having to try to get by on a few poorly pronounced Italian words peppered with expressive body language. But what would be the fun in that?
It is the unpredictability of nature that makes it so exciting. Even though it functions within some sort of grid, it is our interaction with nature, those brief encounters that paint the full canvas.
Our beautiful Tuscan farmhouse on the hills of Cortona would have less value if it weren’t for the sheer thrill and craziness of that ride: will we make it without stalling, without scratching the car… (we did)
Evenings wouldn’t have been the same if it didn’t involve familiarising ourselves with local insects – observing them more closely as to know the ones to love and the ones to avoid.
And it certainly would have suffered if we were not sampling local food, fresh and organic ingredients purchased in the market that day using pidgin Italian, and if we were not sipping wine from the local artisan vineyard – produce of the very nature we enjoyed.
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