Field.

The horizon encircled all around me. For I was not in the presence of humanity, my mind was bewildered by a transcendent beauty; the soil was hard, and out there, the wind thrashing my face, it doubled my existence, for I felt as one to the Earth. I was feeling it breathe on me, and my heart beating, resting with the heart beat of the environment that was nurturing me, shielding me from man's evils. Shielding me from the beast. I threw off my clothes and lie there in the corn field. Lying nude, with my ear to the ground, so that I may hear the Earth's heart beating; pounding away a song, a neverending drum, pounding away, alive for millions of years, sustaining the evils of man, and shielding those that had come to seek it. Shielding me. My clothes were stripped off of me now, and I let the wind and the soil caress my body. I lie there all night, watching the Sun go down, listening to the Stars, the insects, the whisper of the wind. I lie there still as a bird, hearing the world that we had so gladly turned away from. The man that was once a part of the Earth, as tall, beautiful trees; ever multiplying. But man had turned away from its mother world, and destroyed all of its trees, reduced to paper scraps. For we destroyed the world that nurtured us, and constructed our glass world, one of ugliness, one that has become like us; a beast...