going wild

we shielded ourselves with walls, exchanged our lives for the banknotes... I would like to run wild, be born in primitive times, jump around the fire, dance to the ritual drums, sleep under the stars, hunt for the same animal like me... not looking for a sense, not thinking about the "mission", just to be a part of something vast and incomprehensible. it seems to me that we have lost something very important in this race for the artificial.