I feel pagan, and iconoclastic enough. I don’t “belong” or conform to group ideologies. Gentile, pagan, heathan, even blacksheep, outcast, outsider, heretic…they all sound good to me. I say that, because I always enjoy an opportunity to tear down a wall that some religionist has manufactured.
The key is to know the landscape better that they know it themselves.
I can imagine a time, long before Caesar came to Scotland, or before St. Patrick drove the snakes out of Ireland, when the wild trees, the weather, wild animals, wild forests, wild fungus, and a wild imaginations were all a humanly enjoyable and satisfying way of life. I think that intellectualizing the spirit had a taming effect on the human heart.
Today, I think pagans are those who know the wilder person within, and compare it with all the intellectualized religious brainwashing they see all around, and choose to restore and preserve the more natural aspect of their life. They can be a little mischievious though, so beware.
I read a story once about the early christians who came into Ireland and replaced the heathan holidays with their own, built their own fine holy structures, and cut down the huge old oak trees the Druids use to revere. But the battle was not won so easily…
At night, when the christians had all gone to bed, the leprachauns would sneak out from their hiding places and party, playing pool on the huge flat stumps that were left, and doing circle dances around meadows…and that’s where the “Fairy Ring” is said to have come from (“fairy rings” being those mushrooms that grow in circles in your lawn). I believe. 
Only joking, of course, but it is a long story.
