One should not fault man for not seeing deeply, for not awakening. Life in its entirety is a big black chasm, and the longer one gazes into it one really begins to feel its lack of meaning and wants to jump in and get it over with. So to live like there is a purpose, man compartmentalises his life into manageable portions, such that each, taken on its own, will seem like it is capable of being cultivated to fruition. As for the other portions that do not serve him, they remain seeds in the dirt, unwatered. Yes, I believe now that many want to grow a garden of flowers, because flowers are colourful and beautiful, pleasing to the eye; but I, I want a tree and nothing more. A solid one with deep roots, that rises to touch the sky, to bridge the earth and the stars. The Tree of Life—I imagine that must be the sort of tree I want.
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