Deep, deep, into the light there is a city,

A country, forest, mountain, plain,

Where nobody owns a single thing.

And the residents dwell there alone,

Alone and with their neighbor. 

And yet, they don’t protect. 

They don’t defend.

They don't pretend that it is theirs.

They renounce and renounce,

And renounce again

With every breath their sacred claim 

Upon even themselves, 

And by so doing

Claim 

The right to the world, the sky, the stars,

And all that’s in them.

And this is the paradox of true ownership.

All else is usurpation.