In the Eye of the Storm: Contact with Nature’s Divinity

“The key to life is contact,” Samuelson had carved. Contact with what? With nature, as he called God? Or something deeper? As I stood there, the answer seemed to surround me. The clouds churned overhead, a dramatic reminder of nature’s force. The desert, vast and unyielding, seemed alive, whispering truths that transcend time. In that moment, Samuelson’s words made perfect sense. Contact wasn’t just about physical touch—it was about connection. Connection with the land, with the storm, with the timeless rhythms of the Earth.

Samuelson’s view of nature as God and his reverence for evolution felt like a rugged, desert-born transcendentalism. It’s easy to imagine him standing here, carving his philosophy into stone, surrounded by the same raw beauty that now enveloped me. His words reflect a belief in the natural world as the ultimate spiritual force, the source of all meaning and life. Standing in the eye of an approaching storm, I couldn’t help but feel the truth of his vision.