I have to tell you something about nature, or let me put it this way: how nature seems to constantly interfeer with my moods and changes. It's always there, all-ways. That makes me sound a bit barmy, I know, I know, Iknow. I know how people whisper, it makes me want to fork their throats, I've heard how they say these nasty, spiteful things about me, that I'm a bore because I'm always going on and on about the weather, or that I'm crazy for talking to the furniture. Well, I can't help it, they talk to me, I would have been most impolite for not returning their comments, wouldn't you say? Anyway, this happened yesterday evening: I was chasing my own shadow, watching it multiply itself, playing by myself in that quiet darkness of the yard, when a tree stopped me, it wouldn't let me through.
Silly! Oh my! Such a weakling thing, so meek and ridiculous. You should have climbed it, that's how you tame it.
Oh, nononononono... But it was too tall, you can't possibly image how tall, so that's why I tried to go 'round it, but there was yet another tree there, blocking my way out, the whole pathway was filled these gigantic trees and their horrible arms. You don't understand, my dear friend, how troublesome a tree can be.
Young girl, but I most certainly can, for I myself was once a tree as well.
You don't say. How can that be?
Oh, I say and If I understood what made a tree a tree, a tree I would not have been.
That doesn't make any sense! And how come you are a human now, all limbs and torso and head and eyes, I can even see your feet! You're trying to make a fool out of me, aren't you? Well, I may be mad, but I'm no fool, hencefoward I shall not believe a word you say.
Not so fast, my girl. Won't you at least let me tell you my story? It was quite an adventure...
Maybe...
Say yes.
Oh, no. That's the most dangerous of all words. People don't really want to know things... we don't care to know, in the grand scheme of things, who we really are. We just want to lay on a comfortable pillow and drink the best wine. Humans fear their humanity and all its possibilities. They attach themselves to casualness and banality, it makes life easier to bare. You just gave me a possibility and I have to admit to you, my friend, there's nothing more tragic in this world than freedom.