January 24, 2002
Hindsight whispers the devils curse

I keep looking into the forest knowing that my next project is to change the course of the stream—yet I am doing nothing about changing the course of my life. A forest changes without warning, to study its purpose must remain the first step toward correcting it. Humans are fooled by nature’s green mask—vines that reach up and around the soul of a tree are acting as if life is being given rather than stolen. The tree doesn’t exist anymore; the power of the mask took away all that once was hidden. For too long I’ve written about the beauty of the green, only to learn I’ve been out acted by a vine covered former tree.