Another clear thing in nature is death and birth. They happen simultaneously. Deaths I counted yesterday: A man killed two snakes. My dog killed a chicken. I broke someone's camera, which I consider a kind of death.
I am thinking of leaving this place. I have seen and done enough. I need a more loving environment. I am willing to work, but this time for someone who appreciates it. I have found my next stop, but I'll wait till I am sure before I say anything.