We are explorers in the wilderness. Moving for weeks, through seemly virgin forest, only to come across an old camp fire. Then we realize that others have come before.
We must learn to travel lightly and avoid beaten paths, less we destroy the very things we seek:
"Improvement makes straight roads, but crooked roads without improvement are roads of genius."
Our heroes are "Dead Poets", the ancient map makers whose maps leave vast empty spaces: "Here be dragons!"