Find Yourself
For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves, but even more when they stand alone. Not like hermits stolen away out of some weakness, but like great, solitary men. Their roots rest in infinity; but they do not lose themselves there...
Nothing is more exemplary than a strong tree: when it is cut down and reveals its naked death-wound to the sun, one can read its whole history in the luminous, inscribed disk of its trunk: its scars, all the struggle, all the suffering and all prosperity stand truly written, the attacks withstood, the storms endured...
A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening. If one listens to them silently for a long time, this longing reveals its meaning. Whoever has learned listening to trees no longer wants to be a tree. He wants to be nothing except what he is. That is home...
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