Being lost is the state of not knowing where you are. It is also the state of not being found.

The Brown Birch Trail at Big Bar Lake 

Wild clematis doesn’t worry about the first as it winds its way up through shrubs to the light. It just doesn’t care. As for the second, the way it imitates a bird and catches the sun, it is always found. Those who find it, then know where they are and orient themselves to it, and if they are so inclined build a nest, too. This is a pretty great form of intelligence! Thanks, Clematis!