… I wonder what it would be like to go into a forest where nothing has a name… if we started all over, giving names, would any fact about the forest compel us to name the same units?
Never say there is nothing beautiful in the world anymore. There is always something to make you wonder in the shape of a tree, the trembling of a leaf.
I saw the tree was standing there Bearing some of my life in it I was rising high in the branches of the tree And sinking deep in the roots of the tree Now I am the tree The tree is me.