I just finished this book, and it was a beautiful read, loved it from start to end, and I agree with most propositions of the author, but I can't relate to the "nature is cruel and scary" aspect of this book. Even in my lowest moments, nature has always had a deeply calming effect on me. I believe that wilderness has been our natural habitat for a very long time and this is where our mind craves to be.

The obvious response to this is that I would feel a lot different about this if I was dying in a jungle. I've considered that and would like to share an anecdote about this. Hope this doesn't come off as trauma dumping. When I was a teenager I was dealing with depression, and one day I just ran away. Wandered around for a few weeks, and then got out of the city and climbed a mountain. Stayed there for three days, and loved most of it. After spending three days I had to come down because my body was giving up, but honestly I was a little disappointed that I had to leave that place.