Silence all around, filled with the sounds of nature. Crows in the distant, smaller birds in the trees nearby, that majestically reign over the land. Not one was the same. Nothing in nature is. An infinite variety of unthinkable beauty.
Yet we try to be identical. Education teaches us so, culture does. Seeking safety, we copy, imitate, and duplicate. We rely on thought-creating patterns of the same in the physical and psychological world, most of which we are not even aware of. We look at reality through them, distorting what we see through word, concept, and belief until it is not recognisable anymore.
A tree either to be worshiped, or workshopped. Thought just cannot leave it be as it operates from the center of the me. Watch the thinker, go into it, to see what a lie it is.
