People never quite get it. They never truly have.

They would say, “Be careful on that steep hill, you might slip and break your leg.” “Don’t climb that tree, you see how risky that is?,” or “That mountain is too vast and too high, it is too dangerous, and life threatening and I don’t want to risk losing you for this.” “No, you can’t go into that forest, it is just too dense and dark, you might get attacked by some wild animal or anything that can be lethal, don’t go.”

Don’t go there. Don’t do that. Not safe.

They go on and forth with their minds that walk the path of a soul that is dingy and fearful laden with a kind of maimed weakness; the usage of which like layers of dust over a stagnant piece of lumber has consistently and over time become synonymous with words like love, care, and affection, to name a few of the fallacies – the truth far from the actualities of these virtues and energies mentioned.

The actuality of Love is something far distinct and further away from the understanding of the current minds of modern humans than most believe is possible. The name belongs to an energy that is the connoisseur of freedom – freedom of every kind truth is created with alike the formation of an ancient sword mastered by the repeated hammers of smiths fearless and dynamic about understanding its nature. Unchallenged and untamed are the virtues of this powerful energy, and wilderness is its only true domain.

For a time Love amicably withstands the foolishness of humans as they seek understanding the rawness of a vast purity presented before them, as they try to control it in the form of attachments ranging from sentimental to fearful; slowly but sternly creating an mechanism that strives on using Love as an ‘energy source’ providing semblances of peace and content – for a while. Love seeks escape then, from its obsessed and needy friend who now calls himself its Master, and escape it does, for what pauper with a begged bread can seek to have it eternally. It is a failed dream as it is a dream sourced not through understanding but through requirements and expectations – the provincial elements forming the crux of a modern human being.

What humans cease to understand, and not because of a lack of possibility to but because of a lack of finding it important enough to, is that this fear and their little bubble of safety within which they live and die is only a grand illusion, provided forth to enable captivity of their own selves within themselves throughout their breathing spans.

For each moment spent living in an artificial environment is a recipe towards death, of a kind most in this age experience as early as their early 20s, catering so towards demises of men far earlier than they realize. For the death of a soul doesn’t provide a grave to fill a quickly decomposing material, but a hollow shell that might glow outward but vacuum presents itself in its depth. Vacuum that fills itself with objects malicious, malevolent and sometimes evil.

If pitted against the ancient and powerful lords of our existences leave us dazed or drained, if wilderness of nature strikes fear in the hearts of men and triggers the tenets of attachments that they think means Love, if learning that the most exclusively exquisite of objects in nature can be excruciatingly painful leaves one shivering, challenging the limits leaves one injured or maimed in every way, or even dead, then it should be willfully and humbly accepted.

For it is the home we are meant to survive in, and it needs us to be deserving of its strong and golden keep. That understanding and that approval needs to come from the strong amongst us. That knowledge of our kinship of a long forgotten ancestry must come from the wise and brave of our brethren.

It must come from us, each of us – the very Children of Nature.