I am an attorney, if that makes me delusional.
In American Plains Indian society, crossed sticks on the teepee’s entrance were a “lock.” You could not enter.
Our civil law “property rights” are just as flimsy, especially these days. The legal fabric of our property protection is threadbare and dry-rotted.
Hardly more substantial than cobwebs. I’ll stick to my created realities, thank you. One of these days, I might get somewhere.