The tree of life for me is a symbol of abundance and eternal life.

The weakness of most men

Censorship is saying: "I'm the one who says the last sentence. Whatever you say, the conclusion is mine." But the internet is like a tree that is growing. The people will always have the last word – even if someone has a very weak, quiet voice. Such power will collapse because of a whisper.

The fly sat upon the axel-tree of the chariot-wheel and said, 'What a dust do I raise!'

Only something as insane as human beings would ever asked themselves if 'I'm good.' You don't find oak trees having existential crisis. 'I feel so rotten about myself. I don't produce as much acorns as the one next to me.'

The body is a sensing instrument of consciousness. Without the body and mind,

The oldOld winds that blewWhen chaos was, what doThey tell the clattered trees that IShould weep?

Listen ... With faint dry sound, Like steps of passing ghosts, The leaves, frost-crisp'd, break free from the trees And fall.

Human life and objects and trees vibrate with mysterious meanings, which can be deciphered like cuneiform writing. There exists a meaning, hidden from day to day, but accessible in moments of greatest attentiveness, in those moments when consciousness loves the world.

If i get 8 hours to cut a tree i'll