Sometimes when I'm hiking by myself the hairs on my neck stand up as I imagine a predator stalking me. The feeling connects me with our ancestors spanning countless generations. I think about their survival intelligence--the strong and smart survived and surely they never travelled far from their dwellings without their trusted sticks or stones.
As a species we have strayed far from their survival intelligence. My Fors water bottle rekindles the survival intelligence that our ancestors must have similarly felt while carrying their trusted survival gear.