It is often said that the forest is a place of wonder, a sanctuary from the hustle and bustle of modern life. But have you ever stopped to consider the crushing existential despair that comes with being a mere sapling in the sea of uncertainty?
Is it not the case that every tree is a constant reminder of the inevitability of withering and decay? That every branch, every leaf, every root is a tiny, insignificant speck of impermanence in the grand tapestry of existence?