There are moments in time when you realize most of the things we buy are not of bare necessities, but vanity. They are junk, marketed heavily as things to perpetuate us. To me, the things we carry can define or break us. And while it is beneficial to question every last item, realize that life is short — make hierarchy instinctual.
Can the cabin go urban? Lack of land. Noise pollution. Would anyone want a cabin built in the city? Should we just make mobile cabins instead? Maybe we just plant a tree in the middle and wait 2,000 years for it to become a redwood. Now there's an idea.