For any distance i cover where the bare souls of my feet or pads of my hand fail to make contact with the surface of this beautiful earth i transform to something less than human.  I no longer have the ability to span the limbs of trees, communicate with my senses, or feel the infinite life I know which surrounds.  My skin is thin and fragile, blisters, and wrinkles.  My naked body does not know the warmth of our closest star or the glow of our moon.  I can  not even hunt and gather my own food or determine which vegetation is poisonous.   Forget even about laying down, I would be eaten alive.  Whatever I am, I am not the human nature had intended to grow and survive this planet.  I cry in sorrow for what I know I will never know, what I will never be, and what I could have been.