Society has made the concept of the forest
Into the perfect, righteous pristine place
It certainly has beauty, and the world is natural
But don't ignore the danger
There is daily potential for dying
However original, however primal it is
Those who survive there are not tamed
Among their number are carnivores
They live by eating the flesh of others
There are hunters and there are prey
Life is unregulated by humans
All creatures are indeed free
It is beautiful, should be left undisturbed
But I'm not ready to give up modernity
I love books
I desire a daily life without being hunted
And paper is a crop
As well as naturally appearing as a tree
