Sublime

“ And into the forest I go, to lose my mind and find my soul ”

—John Muir

花园，有很多树。”

In summer floods, otherwise robust trees can die, because their roots suffocate.

The trees in the park know nothing about the etiquette manual that guides the old-growth forest, calling for thin branches in the lower regions of the trunk, or even for no branches at all.

what Yancey Strickler calls  Dark Forests . According to him these are “spaces where depressurized conversation is possible because of their non-indexed, non-optimized, and non-gamified environments”.

There are no individuals. There aren’t even separate species. Everything in the forest is the forest.

This is because a tree can be only as strong as the forest that surrounds it.

Instead of calling on some scholar, I paid many a visit to particular trees, of kinds which are rare in this neighborhood, standing far away in the middle of some pasture, or in the depths of a wood or swamp, or on a hilltop; such as the black birch, of which we have some handsome specimens two feet in diameter;