I wonder if you ask these questions of yourself when you look at those chestnut trees with their blooms like white candles against the blue sky. What relationship exists between you and that, what relationship have you actually got (not emotionally nor sentimentally) what is your relationship with such things? And if you have lost the relationship with these things in nature, how can you be related to man? The more we live in towns, the less do we have any relation with nature. You go out for a walk on a Sunday and look at the trees and say “How lovely”, and go back to your life of routine, living in a series of drawers, which are called houses, flats. You are losing your relationship with nature. You can see this by the fact that you go to museums and you spend a whole morning looking at pictures.

– Krishnamurti, Talks in Europe 1968, p 82