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