2:41 p.m. - 2005-04-13
Be the Tree
Last night, I dreamt I was a tree. I don't know what kind of tree I was, because a tree's eyes are in its roots, and it can't see its own leaves, or those of any other tree. That's why there's no discrimination among fauna...they judge only by what's deep down in a tree, and never by what's apparent to everyone on the outside. And so they lean into each other, and sing together, each brushing the next blindly with leaves of differing shapes, shades, and sizes.

I liked being a tree.

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