it is easier to give the inanimate (nature) dignity and integrity, human character rubbed into its golden, sweet sap. How could it possibly prove you wrong? It is not as if anyone can hear the tree song, relate to what it’s like being in one position all day. I know what a human would do if roles were switched: cut off its own roots, before realizing self-destruction and absolute freedom go hand in hand.

other thoughts:

Dopamine= the key ingredient to any aesthetic sentiment. i see it better when i’m bathed in my own brain chemistry.