The puzzling characteristic of nature as a whole is some humans' ability to create something completely in tune with it, and others who seem only capable (some even bent on) destroying it. For evidence of this phenomenon, compare Vivaldi's "Four Seasons" to the deafening, intrusive bombast of jackhammers, concrete pavers, and bull-dozers.
Which comforts you?
Which aids in finally falling asleep after hours of endless tossing and turning?
Which complements the world we live in, and which can only defy it?
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