This is the good place.  We slip back, into the few wild spaces left, seek solace from ourselves.  This is where goodness lives. This, the pure, the untamed, the right.  In the landscape where we can watch instead of do, we are subsumed into something better.  Sink down into the other, the land, the thing we are not.  But we made this.  We imagined this space and we frame it again and again.  This is no more good than we are, and no worse.  We are in every landscape we see.