You don't believe in Nature anymore. It's too isolated from you. You've abstracted it. It's so messy and damaged and sad. Your eyes glaze as you travel life's highway past all the crushed animals and the Big Gulp cups.
The great cosmic illusion is a hierophany. . . . One is devoured by Time, not because one lives in Time, but because one believes in its reality, and therefore forgets or despises eternity.