The observation of a stone, in its simplicity,
not seeing it but observing it,
can lead to a deeper perception of ourselves,
and fill for a moment that void,
that need, and answer the question:
Who are we, and why are we here?
A tree grows for a hundred years and more,
to have those delicate and perfect lines that represent its soul,
lines that have bent with every day of wind,
and roots that have absorbed unimaginable amounts of water,
to then release it into oxygen that we need to breathe.
And isn't this art?
The observation of a stone, in its simplicity,
not seeing it but observing it,
can lead to a deeper perception of ourselves,
and fill for a moment that void,
that need, and answer the question:
Who are we, and why are we here?
