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Allí la naturaleza era salvaje y terrible, pero hermosa. Miraba con temor reverencial el suelo que pisaba, para ver que habían hecho las Potencias en aquel lugar, la forma, el modo y el material de su trabajo. Era una Tierra de la que solo hemos oído hablar, surgida del Caos y la Noche Ancestral. No era el jardín del hombre, sino la esfera terrestre intacta. (...) Se percibía con claridad la presencia de una fuerza que se negaba a ser bondadosa con el hombre. Era un lugar de paganismo y ritos supersticiosos, para ser habitado por un hombre más emparentado con las piedras y los animales salvajes que con nosotros.

A quote from "The Maine Woods - The Writings of Henry David Thoreau" by Henry David Thoreau -

I fear not spirits, ghosts, of which I am one, -- that my body might, -- but I fear bodies, I tremble to meet them.

Here was no man’s garden, but the unhandselled globe. It was not lawn, nor pasture, nor mead, nor woodland, nor lea, nor arable, nor waste land. It was the fresh and natural surface of the planet Earth, as it was made forever and ever… Man was not to be associated with it.

Nature was here something savage and awful, though beautiful. I looked with awe at the ground I trod on, to see what the Powers had made there, the form and fashion and material of their work. This was that Earth of which we have heard, made out of Chaos and Old Night. Here was no man's garden, but the unhandselled globe. It was not lawn, nor pasture, nor mead, nor woodland, nor lea, nor arable, nor waste land. It was the fresh and natural surface of the planet earth, as it was made forever and ever,-to be the dwelling of man, we say,-so Nature made it, and man may use of it if he can. Man was not to be associated with it. It was Matter, vast, terrific,-not his mother Earth that we have heard of, not for him to tread on, or to be buried in,-no, it were being too familiar even to let his bones lie there,- the home, this, of Necessity and Fate. There was clearly felt the presence of a force not bound to be kind to man. It was a place of heathenism and superstitious rites,-to be inhabited by men nearer of kin to the and to wild animals than we... What is it to be admitted to a museum, to see a myriad of particular things, compared with being shown some star's surface, some hard matter in it's home! I stand in awe of my body, this matter to which I am bound has become so strange to me. I fear not spirits, ghosts, of which I am one,-that my body might,-but I fear bodies, I tremble to meet them. What is this Titan that has possession of me? Talk of mysteries! Think contact with it,-rocks, trees, wind on our cheeks! the solid earth! the actual world! the common sense! Contact! Contact! Who are we? Where are we?

Nature was here something savage and awful, though beautiful. I looked with awe at the ground I trod on, to see what the Powers had made there, the form and fashion and material of their work. This was that Earth of which we have heard, made out of Chaos and Old Night. Here was no man's garden, but the unhandselled globe. It was not lawn, nor pasture, nor mead, nor woodland, nor lea, nor arable, nor waste land. It was the fresh and natural surface of the planet Earth, as it was made forever and ever, - to be the dwelling of man, we say, - so Nature made it, and man may use it if he can. Man was not to be associated with it. It was Matter, vast, terrific, - not his Mother Earth that we have heard of, not for him to tread on, or to be buried in, - no, it were being too familiar even to let his bones lie there, - the home, this, of Necessity and Fate. There was clearly felt the presence of a force not bound to be kind to man. It was a place of heathenism and superstitious rites, - to be inhabited by men nearer of kin to the rocks and to wild animals than we. ... What is it to be admitted to a museum, to see a myriad of particular things, compared with being shown some star's surface, some hard matter in its home! I stand in awe of my body, this matter to which I am bound has become so strange to me. I fear not spirits, ghosts, of which I am one, - that my body might, - but I fear bodies, I tremble to meet them. What is this Titan that has possession of me? Talk of mysteries! Think of our life in nature, - daily to be shown matter, to come in contact with it, - rocks, trees, wind on our cheeks! The solid earth! The actual world! the common sense! Contact! Contact! Who are we? where are we?

Henry David Thoreau