You’ve got
your natural law. You’ve got your natural rights. You’ve got the
state of nature. Then there’s naturalism. And laws of nature. And the supernatural. There’s St. Paul’s natural man and the Scholastics’ natura pura. There’s nature and nature’s God. There’s natural
science, natural history, natural selection, natural theology, natural
philosophy, and the philosophy of
nature. There’s the Baconian
scientist putting nature on the rack,
and Galileo telling us that the book of
nature is written in the language of mathematics. And let’s not forget the literal books, like Lucretius’s
On the Nature of Things, Hume’s Treatise of Human Nature, Richard
Rorty’s Philosophy and the Mirror of
Nature, and Edward O. Wilson’s On Human
Nature. There’s Emerson’s essay
“Nature.” For fans of underground
comics, there’s Mr. Natural;
for fans of obscure superheroes too preposterous ever to get their own
billion-dollar-grossing film adaptations, there’s Nature
Boy. There’s Oliver Stone’s movie
Natural Born Killers and Robert
Redford in The Natural. There’s Ringo
Starr singing “Act Naturally,” Aretha Franklin’s “(You Make Me Feel Like) A Natural Woman,” the Steely Dan album Two Against Nature,
and that stupid Gilbert
O’Sullivan tune.
There are natural disasters, natural resources, natural
gas, and dying of natural causes. There’s natural
beauty, but also freaks of nature. There’s going back to nature and getting a natural
high. There are Mother Nature, nature hikes,
all natural foods, natural family planning and natural childbirth. There’s the natural order, and second
nature. There are natural numbers. There are all the examples I didn’t think of. There are blog posts that are starting to
sound like George Carlin
routines.





































