To an eagle, a forest can look like a vast expanse of greenery from above. A tree is indistinguishable from the other. In other parts, the foliage may rise or subside but it remains that, each one a part of the other.
To a snake, the forest is refuge, where there is a tree that presents an opportunity to hide in, a patch of dried leaves to camouflage in, while it waits in the wings until it launches an attack.
A hare sees it differently, it is an endless maze where one must avoid danger at every turn.
To each of them, a forest is different: distant to one, an enemy's ally to another, or the enemy itself to someone else.
Our truths are what we accept and deny. And one must be careful when presented with a truth. It is quite ironically, not always truthful.
Thursday, March 01, 2007
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