But each portion of the conductor is warring with itself to maintain equilibrium.
Consider the long conductor-embodying wail let out by a newborn baby into the lonely forest. Notice how it rings in the trees around it, while the mother lays dead besides. The baby is now in the very literal laps of poor mother nature, matronly and kind, overburdened with all sorts of wonderful promises she holds herself to; never mind that her children are spoilt, naughty, cranky, grumpy and demanding. They care not the least bit if they step on her sacred nipples or tear her mound away to sell her to satisfy their own selfish misogynistic parsimonious mercenary desires.
To maintain an equilibrium, this resultant force that does not act needs to start. Where are you O lord of Destruction Come tear her away from the grips of her destruction Save her Keep her holy purity untouched by the vanity of humankind.
O Brahma how cruel you must be to subject your own rib to the feast of the crows. And vultures and hyenas and the lowest form of bacteria might support her life but ultimately support the life that gives her death.
Make haste my savior I need your love your care your tender administrations you make me you complete me save me from this hole that is eating me away from the inside I am raw burned out from the gastric juice and dynamite of a million beautiful beings.
A clarification - Natura is a personification of mother nature.