“The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing which stands in the way."
- William Blake
Let's be honest - we humans think we're pretty smart with our books and theories about the meaning of life. But while we're busy writing complicated treatises about "being in the moment" and "accepting impermanence," trees have been quietly mastering these philosophical principles for millions of years.
Think about it: Trees never worry about tomorrow's weather. They don't complain about losing their leaves in autumn or brag about growing new ones in spring. They just flow with the seasons, adapting to whatever comes their way. Talk about Zen mastery!
Want to understand the balance between individuality and interconnectedness? Don't read Hegel - look at a forest. Each tree is distinctly itself, growing toward its own patch of sunlight, while simultaneously sharing resources and information through vast underground fungal networks. They're literally living the "one and many" paradox that philosophers have been arguing about for centuries.
Death? Trees have that figured out too. When they die, they become soil for new life. No existential crisis, no mid-life convertible purchase - just a quiet acceptance that their matter and energy will flow on into new forms. They're not just accepting the cycle of life; they're actively participating in it.
Even consciousness gets a fresh perspective from our wooden philosophers. While we debate whether consciousness requires a brain, trees are busy being aware of and responding to their environment in sophisticated ways, no neurons needed. They detect threats, nurture their offspring, and even warn other trees of danger - all without writing a single paper on the hard problem of consciousness.
So next time you're struggling with life's big questions, maybe skip the philosophy section at the bookstore. Instead, find a nice tree and sit with it for a while. It won't give you any answers, but that's kind of the point - it's too busy simply being to worry about what being means.
P.S. And unlike human philosophers, trees actually make their own food and produce oxygen for others. When's the last time reading Kant helped you photosynthesize?
Hey Elizabeth! (I haven't yet asked what your name is or what you go by so I took the name out of your handle, please tell me if I made a mistake ❤️)
I'm genuinely stunned by this story. New Zealand is a place that I must honestly always called for but as I life on the other side of the planet it never felt right to follow it.
I think most people reading this story won't understand how it shows not a simply a wrong reality clouded by delusion but a deeply personal one. Not just personal to you but also in relation to the tree and life.🌱
You sharing this with me feels so humbling and honering that I just wanted to say thank you.
I will definitely check out the artist you recommended 🥰
I can't imagine how it is to lose the veil of ordinary perception. Seeing what most only feel is a gift but also a burden. I'm glad that you are able to bear it and wish you all the best on you yourney.
I love this and if find it to be true. For years I have said that trees have it all figured out.