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The Great Pearl of Wisdom

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“In the deep spring when the grass was green on fields and foothills, when the lupines and poppies made a splendid blue and gold earth, when the great trees awakened in yellow-green young leaves, then there was no more lovely place in the world. It was no beauty you could ignore by being used to it. It caught you in the throat in the morning and made a pain of pleasure in the pit of your stomach when the sun went down over it.”

“An oak tree is just a small nut that persevered against the taunts of doubt and fear.”

“You resting your head tenderly on my shoulders while we sit below the old Oak tree. And we smile at each other and gaze lovingly at the fascinating sunset over the hills. This moment makes me feel completely alive as if we have reached not just cloud nine or ten but also cloud infinity!”

“When the religious Cowper confesses in the opening lines of his address to the famous Yardley oak, that the sense of awe and reverence it inspired in him would have made him bow himself down and worship it but for the happy fact that his mind was illumined with the knowledge of the truth, he is but saying what many feel without in most cases recognizing the emotion for what it is—the sense of the supernatural in nature.”

“The thick canopy of winding white oak branches intertwined overhead to belie the light of the waning gibbous moon. The further they traveled from the tree line the more the darkness flourished but small slivers of light still radiated through holes in the forest ceiling. Filling the old grove with sporadic white beams as far as the eye could see. They navigated the tangled webs of roots swelling out from the immense trunks of trees. The wood seams sewing the soil as though they stitched together the brush carpet beneath their feet. The longer they trekked in the timber maze the closer the trees careened and crossed”