Fuller walks around looking at the world through artificial lenses. He sleeps in a warm bed at night. There are some for whom that life is far too removed from

Fuller walks around looking at the world through artificial lenses. He sleeps in a warm bed at night. There are some for whom that life is far too removed from wilderness. You draw an arbitrary line between someone who drives an ATV into nature ("a dilettante or a tenderfoot")and Steven Fuller. You could put the line anywhere, and on any number of different spectra. You talk about the evaporation of the romantic view, and yet you have an incredibly romantic (and arbitrary) perspective.