I argue, rather, that the horror of nature is mostly unconscious, and that it bubbles to the surface in enlightened countercultures and in the modern meaning crisis. This is the horror of the alien other, based on the suspicion that nature's creativity is mindless and impersonal. Nature's useful and pleasing in lots of instrumental and superficial ways, but the existential realization of what nature fundamentally is is negative.

I'm adopting Tolle's view too, but I'm construing it differently in the terms set by my philosophy (the pantheistic, transhuman aestheticizing of experience).