(in-tree-ged) The Proverbial Tree In Forest Stuff Part 3

About this;  Can you really know someone, put yourself aside, feel the love or laughter or the pain? What if they are liars, what if they aren't? What if they have pain they don't speak of? Do you know if they fall, when they fell, have they've fallen, how many times have they fell?  Have they gotten up, will they fall again, if so will you hear it? Don't know....? Will, the tree get up?

Art by Jason Mann Abstract Artist, 

Simcoe, ON 2013

Tree's have these massive scars and you can see them, touch them, the marks that they have.  When they stretched tall and long, firm and grounded, their twists of bark turns into their beauty. Still, if it falls do we know? We don't. Can we know? Yes perhaps one day- Maybe, I don't know? What if someone hurts themselves from stretching, do we hear that?  The answer remains, I don't know?

Much about other people is so unrevealing, but the tree is in truth tall, and strong. Is it stronger then humanity, if it can not get up?  It falls too. Is it ugly? I don't think! The oldest of them all is the most beautiful. Is it negative to call a tree old? Or to say that it has fallen, then wonder if lightning struck, did someone cut the tree down...?  Our life source.  Did it hurt when it fell, we don't know that either. Do we gab on about the tree, make points about it, discuss the lengths of age or beauty or rotted or was it cut?  Is it wrong to want to know more?  Do we want to know more? The question is, do we care if the tree fell?  Did we notice the tree before it fell?  Why does a person care so much to ask?  If so, does this person care? And why, so?

I saw two deer today, this morning. So close to me only- 10 feet away!  To deer!  Looking puzzled, I looked in awe of an overwhelming aspiration to want to hop on the deers and ride away with them galloping over troubled waters as gently as they do.  I was with my son, my dog and his poop bag.  I looked at the deers, I turned away abruptly. I hope I didn't hurt their dear feelings.  Did I really want to hop on with my son and go for a joy ride? Hell ya! 10 feet away, I turned away.  I didn't hear a sound. Looked again, the two deers; gone- not in sight and I didn't hear them leave. Sadly, wishing I could feed them apples and carrots, but couldn't. Then someone told me I can, with apples and carrots, damn.  Life is beautiful, did I see two deers? And not hear them come close to me, ten feet away or even gallop away. I didn't want to hop on them though, that I was lying about. But I did want to walk around with them looking for carrots.

The only answer to these intrigues or curiosities is this. Hey, maybe you don't care about the damn tree falling that no one heard anyway? Or my keyboard typing away, or the deer rides.  But what if no one asked that proverbial tree question, long ago?  Did you hear?   If we don't ask, how do we know?

We weren't there. We don't know.  Do we surmise that we know what happened?  When it happened, how it happened, to which it happened, in the light of day or dusk when someone stumbles upon or over it- what, how, why but who?  We do not know these things. So simple, do we even know anything?   Our judgments cloud our perceptions about the love of a tree that fell one day 6ooo years ago, an 18-year-old tree, and we are still puzzled.  We don't even know that it fell until we see in broad daylight, or at night, that it has fallen....a big old tree like that.  A gentle fall it must be, perhaps it made a huge crash? I never heard one, maybe its the loudest crash in the world ever?  I won't chop one down though I do know that!

It's a judgement when we want answers we know nothing about. When all I want or what I want for our earthly humanity of trees is that they don't get cut down. To me that is abuse.

Just don't cut them down, then there is no problem.