Sitting by the crackling tussle of the fire pit, can't help but feel even this is still too much civilization. The tent, the sleeping bags, ground food stores, reception...

...IS there any getting away from it all? Is prime survival even in your plans, or a mere perfunctive visit?

But enough times of getting past the shame and embarrassment of one so removed from the green cycles, the brook's flow, you start listening...

...You're not away from it all! You're right in the middle of it! And it wants you to lay down your concept of dignity a moment, your ideal of borders and playing it safe...

The Wild hereby decrees you to be wild.

And the thing to know about Nature's Law: what's decreed isn't enforced... it simply is.

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