presagements*

February 3, 2017 at 9:05 am Leave a comment

If a tree falls in the forest and there is no one there, is there any sound?

 

What is a sound?

Tell me what a ‘one’ is, and I may answer.

Are trees no one?

 

 

 

Tell me of truth and I will tell you of silence.  But you still will not have taught me how to hew wood and draw water, and how to carry them.

 

 

*shadowy visions from a seer

 

 

 

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