Nothing is holier, nothing is more exemplary than a beautiful, strong tree. In their highest boughs the world rustles, their roots rest in infinity but they do not lose themselves there, they struggle with all the force of their lives for one thing only: to fulfil themselves according to their own laws, to build up their own form, to represent themselves. Not like hermits who have stolen away out of some weakness, but like great, solitary men, like Beethoven and Nietzsche.
And even more I revere them when they stand alone. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. “For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers.
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