As I sat on the hard bench in the freezing cold by the river, I began to contemplate the odd behavior before me. Not just what was happening right there in that moment, but what I have observed everywhere my whole life.

Humans. Exhibiting odd behavior. All the time. Everywhere. A species lost, without even knowing it.

Would a man take the easiest path through the woods if he knew it was filled with plants poisonous to the touch?

How far will he go before he realizes he’s lost?

How can he correct his course if he has no idea he’s lost?