Written by Georg Simmel
Oceans and flowers, alpine mountains and the stars
in the sky derive what we call their value entirely
from their reflections in subjective souls. As soon as
we disregard the mystic and fantastic
anthropomorphizing of nature, it appears as a
continuous whole, whose undifferentiated character
denies its individual parts any special emphasis, any
existence which is objectively delimited from others.
It is only human categories that cut out individual
parts, to which we ascribe meaning and value.
Ironically, we then construct poetic fictions which
create a natural beauty that is holy within itself. In
reality, however, nature has no other holiness than
the one which it evokes within us.