Every Blade of Grass has its Place

In the Epic of Gilgamesh Enkidu (old post on sunman/moonman) is a wild man who lives free in the forest. He's at peace with the animals. He shares their watering holes and they know and trust him until he has sex with a prostitute and is then drawn into the life of the city and loses his connection with the natural world. The city is the world of man, and the world of man is the world of lies.

The biggest lie of the city is that men are gods and that the world is theirs and is for them alone. Every blade of grass, every worm has his place and his own glory. The man who would assume a crown as king of all, as king of the worms is worse off than a worm. He is a man who has no place. He is a man who has no home.

The man made world is the lost world. It's the sunken city.