Unbound, unrepressed, untamed, uncontrollable,
unknown. No longer cowering beneath the roles hewn to
our beings, we shall reclaim our vital energy, unique and
unpredictable. Backs bent no more in the mad race of
resource production and consumption. That web of
domination, that web of mediation. Of limited experience
and clearly defined boundaries. We rebuke this
overgrown wasteland, teeming with the repulsiveness of
pavement and cement. A concrete wilderness? No. An
everlasting shrine to submission and death. A false
wilderness prostrate and conforming to the will of man.
Those vines and shrubs that would bend the knee, a
caricature of freedom, an affront to life. We seek that
which can only be found in the unmappable, the
unknown, the unknowable. And from this venture we can
never retreat. We have been recruited in blood. And the
blood sings.