I'd always thought that my eyes were what I used to see everything around me- Narcissistic much- from the way flowers bow to the moon and look directly at the sun like it has no power... or how bloodhounds sniff seemingly aimless at trees while the tree bark stays tranquil. Though their silence does come at the cost of immobility.

What is it though we would be without movement? Vegetables. as if they don't receive power from the son, as if their roots don't  go on a journey of immersion into the marrow of the earth, and the earth full of nutrition, doesn't provide it with the strength of the floor beneath us. Solid as rock.

Have you ever thought about it like this though? What if they are too busy listening to the tree that gives them life to blabber? They are so focused on hearing that they know not what speaking is.

It is not to their peril that they cannot move, for they live eternally in the silence of receiving from He who gives them life.

The arrogance of man has disintegrated his ability to stop and listen. His confidence in knowing has mystified God's Voice. Made it deep and loud and only heard by a selection of unblemished sheep.

It is this then that I wish for you and I humans alike, intelligent by nature of the tree. Prone to speak for the apple is intertwined with our larynx.

Let's

Tell another story, of the people who tamed their massive wildly lethal mouths, amputated their ears for satellites and sat down and listened. Simply. Sincerely.