When these “mother trees” die, they pass on their wisdom to their kin, sharing a lifetime of acquired knowledge about how to survive in an ever-changing environment.

The dream-thoughts to which we are led by interpretation, cannot, from the nature of things, have any definite endings; they are bound to branch out in every direction into the intricate network of our world of thought. It is at some point where this meshwork is particularly close that the dream-wish grows up, like a mushroom out of its mycelium.