Humans build cairns, leaving evidence of their presence in the environment. They ensure that someone has been here before. That it is save to walk here. That this is the way back.
We once arose from nature, what‘s left is an inner force which still makes us drawn to it. Unfortunately, we don‘t know anymore how to feel convident in nature. We are insecure. I wonder if the path will lead back to nature or if we are stuck in culture.