The nature in our nature fights within its concepts crawling away from its own nature, facing itself to find an answer, and in return: a slap in the face. It is our conditioned nature blinding us going in favor of a good flavored belief. Trapped in a mouse house believing we exist within a palace of golden ideals thinking that *it* is freedom while trapped between four walls void of light. Upon and below us, our limits sink us deeper until there is no more room to breathe. In such realization, the house disappears, so does the mouse, and its practical ideas. The nature we had once rejected becomes who we are in essence, and in return, nature, surrounded by thoughts unfolds new mysteries that are getting ready to be unveiled. Nature setting the moment, bliss: when we become nature itself, there is no more fighting, in us, nature, the nature of love.