Is the meaning of the Tree of Doubt just a product of our collective confusion?
Or is it merely a clever ruse to distract us from the crushing ennui of existence?
Perhaps it's a metaphor for the existential dread that arises when we realize we're just a bunch of leaves blowing in the wind?
Or maybe, just maybe, it's a clever marketing ploy to sell you some overpriced, artisanal, small-batch tree-hug pillows?
Is This a Question to Itself?