A man walks into a gated area. The owner sees this disruption on his property and confronts the man.
"Why are you on my land?"
The man looks at the owner incredulously, "Your land you say?"
"Yes, my land. Didn't you see the 'No Trespassing' sign?"
"And why do you believe this land to be yours?"
Puffed out chest, the owner exclaimed, "Because its been in my family for generations."
"And how did the first of your generation aquire this land, sir?"
"We fought for it and were the last to stand upon it."
"And now you have a sign to determine the borderline between the land that you are responsible for through ancestral inheritance and the land I am allowed to walk upon?"
"Precisely!" The owner questioned to himself how long he would allow this dialogue to continue. This was getting ridiculous.
The man continued, "So being that this is your land I assume you are prepared to defend it at any moment."
"Against you sir," the owner felt for his gun concealed under his shirt, "I am."
"What about the fires that have engulfed our western coast? Could you defend against that?"
The owner blinked, "Well...no one can defend against that."
The man stood still, "Then I would say fire has more of a right to this land if its ownership is determined by the strongest and last to stand. Would you defend against an earthquake? A flood? A tornado?"
The owners hand fell down to his side, "No sir, against such odds I would not have any form of recourse."
The man smiled, "Then the elements lay claim to your property sir. Now I will finish my inquiries with this. Do you breath air? Drink water? Stand up on the earth? Feel warmth from the sun?"
"Yes sir, I do."
"Then they lay claim to you and I alike. And with that context I will continue to walk upon our land, breath our air, drink our water and enjoy our warmth. For we are dust hiding behind signs. Its about time those signs be taken down."
The man tipped his hat and continued to walk.
The owner stayed still for a moment. Then his hand went to the back of his shirt again. "Keep walking then." The holster clicked.
