How many trees did I see, did I become, this morning when out and about on the bike. I passed through Pollok Country Park to get to the train station that then whisked me up to Barrhead whereupon I head up into the mostly treeless Ferenese hills. Yet, even 'mostly treeless' yields more truth than down there in the city. And I wondered when I returned home, after another train whisks me through a wooded corridor of green, how many trees had I actually seen? This may seem frivolous to some but it's not. Even seeing a tree does something to the soul. We are of the same stock are we not tree and human? And so, I wondered at the difference of an arboreated bodymind to the non-arboreated one. Our history is one of trees and arboration. There are few land animals on this planet where it is not. And so how many trees did I see, did I be-come in coming to them? I imagined in that tiny two hour pastoral excursion, about a million. And then I thought of the office worker down there in Hell, and how many trees they see. And how impoverished their souls must be in their inanimate artificial treeless environments.
