I Gathered Sapience

Converse with the ancients, with their stillness and intentional spiraling crowns. They laugh through wind, shedding whisper secrets soaked in irony.

Have you ever pondered the existential crumple of a leaf? The symbiotic irony in gathering dew—only to let it dripuranically to ground zero, the zero plant theory?

As you walk, remember:

• Branches discuss the stock market of sunlight. Invest wisely.
• Bark sometimes peels back to check for regrets in the growth rings.
• The roots know the underground gossip, which is mainly mud sophistication.

Whispering Winds: A Dialogue

Rotten Pearls of Wisdom