I’ve heard it said, that
IF YOU DON’T LOVE
—then you cannot love someone else.
An interesting thought and a bit deep for an old dog at this time of night, so I abdicate to the philosophers. But here’s a wee group of trees I shot in the park in Gore, last week—
—so close together, a passionate proximity that’s obviously done well for them all. Massive, straight up, high. Tall and proud, I like that in my tree.
Whatever; but to survive proximity of that nature for decades bespeaks a love that endureth. (Pleathe excuthe thilly lithp …) But wait, all is not what it at first seems (it never is. Kids, don’t try this at school) and beneath the arboreal cluster an old Grandaddy type obviously on kid-duty and loving it—
NOW: what I know and you as yet don’t, is that that cluster is all actually just one tree—that big one in the above pic. For whatever reason our subject tree split and became four. Clever, but another poser for the philosophers. Here’s the wee fellow’s base—
—you’ll just have to0 imagine all the bits in between. My point being, of course, self-love and one-love.
It’s absolutely true that unless you have self-love you are unable to love another—but it takes the average yogi sixty years of perching on a pin to realise that; You, lucky person, are getting it from me for free.
Is that an act of love, or what?
Here, have a nice mushroom—
Awwwwww … heck with the expense, have some more—
—and be advised that these are ‘looking at’ mushrooms, not the eatey kind. After the recent wets and colds and now warms, these are popping up all over the place and I just can’t keep up: I love them, and it’s a challenge. (Hmmmmm, I wonder … naaaaaaahhhh …)
SYLVAN SCHITZOPHRENIA RULETH