As Josh takes pictures at Fisher Towers, I find a flat rock by an old Juniper tree at the edge of the gravel parking lot. Sitting and staring into the abyss of towering cliffs, I begin to study the tree. The thought arises that a tree will stay in one spot on this world for it's entire growing existence and appear to be completely content with this. Could I survive life in this manner?
Then a profound thought arose; I am living a life of the tree. Trees will explore their surroundings for life-giving nutrients and will root where they need to be. My travels are just laying my roots and I will go as far as I need to find growth.
I became one with the tree.
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