Roots, a fill-up of energy

It's not the chemistry of the crops and vegetation pulling their nutrients from the earth, for I have no knowledge of biology. Nor is it the paleonthological development of the giant folds that have heaved monumental layers of limestone into waves, for I know not geology. It is something deeper, a visceral feeling of inclusion, regardless of my ignorance, that arouses in me every time I penetrate this region. Without understanding how the mountains came about, I know how to climb them, I have the skills to scale them, and I can even (with a bit of renewed practice) soar along them. I walk through the forests in full tranquility, noticing the scent of mushrooms and slipping on the wet, greasy earth. I can find chestnuts or hazelnuts when the season is right.