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Serenity

I always think, whenever I visit a beautiful natural spot, that it would have been more serene and natural if there weren't so much littering and dirtying around, the cacophony of the humans. Humans, wherever they reach always seem to successfully spoil the originality of any natural thing. My words are being strengthened by Tiziano Tarzani, veteran journalist, who writes about Tibet many years ago in my favourite book "A Fortune-Teller Told Me."
Here I quote: "What an ugly invention is tourism? One of the most baleful of all industries! It has reduced the world to a vast playground, a Disneyland without borders. Soon thousands of these new invaders, soldiers of the empire of consumerism, will land, and with their insatiable cameras and camcorders will scrape away the last of that natural magic that is still everywhere in this country."
It is now true. The aesthetic beauty of the nature has already been robbed by ourselves. Nothing remains sacrosanct now. Is not it? I am not against tourism, but see it from the view of a bird and a deer with no place to hide in their home from the ever-present, omnipresent humans or even the stillness found earlier.

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