Everyone has marked his or her territory
like a passing dog.
We fiercely fight to keep others at bay with laws, guns, violence or posted fences.
The land is open and free but we as keepers persist in keeping it as our own.
This land is our own little paradise on earth, our own little private community.
The land has never belonged to no one;
just as the wild flowers rise up on their own on any place on earth.
Gollum is learning the meaning of ....