A man cast out by society found himself asleep in a graveyard homeless. An angel passes by notices the man hungry. He hands him a book on how to forage for free food. Years later he’s teaching me about the natural world and recites this poem.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,

There is a rapture on the lonely shore,

There is society, where none intrudes,

By the deep Sea, and music in its roar:

I love not Man the less, but Nature more,

From these our interviews, in which I steal

From all I may be, or have been before,

To mingle with the Universe, and feel

What I can ne’er express, yet cannot all conceal.

Lord Byron–Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage

Lord Byron