It is difficult to realize how great a part of all that is cheerful and delightful in the recollections of our own life is associated with trees.
Plants are the young of the world, vessels of health and vigor; but they grope ever upward towards consciousness; the trees are imperfect men, and seem to bemoan their imprisonment, rooted in the ground.
Unlimited technology from the whole universe, and we cruise 'round in a Ford P.O.S.
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