After a vast time spent under the maple, I began to ascend. The limbs thinned out the higher I went, but I didn't stop. I pushed on. This opened many doors. Enough to keep me occupied for years. After I lost sight of the maple it was never saw again. Instead of using the tree to gain fluid lucidity, it became an unnecessary step in the process. Very little keeps me away from beyond. Oddly enough this brings me comfort. Only a few more steps further...