 Where does man belong?
Where among the world can he roam free as his soul longs to be at liberty? In the concrete jungle? Civilization inevitably enslaves him He builds cities, leaving his roots, hoping and dreaming of something better He is lost in the web of civilization though he knows where “he is” each moment It becomes corrupt and attracts the soulless It is the age old story of the prodigal son Man longs for that which he does not have He longs for what he believes he wants, what he deserves Only to regret his foolishness and longs to return to his roots The wiseman returns humbled with a new perspective His soul longs for his first and one true love - freedom Where can he find this freedom, but in the woods where he can roam free In the woods, he belongs. In the woods, he becomes one with nature In the woods, he recognizes his mortality and is at peace with it In the woods, he realizes how small he really is, which sets him free from those who wish to enslave him In the woods, he sees and hears God Bill Kregel
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