"Here, where we happen to be, is, woe·and·alack for bien-pensants of your sort, the only place where you can start."

No, woe and alack the poor souls who think they own the land. You can't own the land, it's a delusion that you can. All these rights of ownership are transient; the fripperies and conceits of the small-minded and greedy, who cannot see beyond their own brief lifespan.

How much do you own? The crust? The lithosphere? The mantle? Is it geostationary or do you own your floating patch until it's subjected beneath another tectonic plate? Do you own the birds that live there? The badgers? The worms they feed on? Do you grant them the 'right' to live there? What if they themselves are transient? Do you own some and not the others?

"Therefore we require, and we resolve to take both Common Land, and Common woods to be a livelihood for us, and look upon you as equal with us, not above us, knowing very well, that England the land of our Nativity, is to be a common Treasury of livelihood to all, without respect of persons"