make new things out of the broken things. I do not know if we can be as strong as trees, though. A tree does not care if something else in the forest is moving. A tree does not care if a deer walks by it. I am a tree in the forest, moving very slowly, only barely touched by the wind. Everyone else just moves past me, and I watch them go, because I cannot be moved from who I am, and what I am, and what I know. It makes me special, unique. My knowledge is a secret that only I possess.
