I just picked up a trapped bumblebee, and deposited it on a leaf.
I often do this. I never get stung.
Bees, wasps, snakes, spiders. Mice, voles, shrews, squirrels. Hawks, owls, woodpeckers. Raccoons...
There's something quite mystical about all of this:
They don't seem to know where they end, and I begin.
What this tells me, is that there is a balance-point, where human meets nature, and the one is not at odds with the other.
No fear, no aggression. No defensiveness. No harm.
No resentment, No control.
Men need nature, far more than they appreciate. It is more than just a resource. It is their own body, extended outward.
Men speak of the sea as a 'fish-stock'.