“Dear tree. It is indeed tragic that you were planted exclusively to die for human culture – but please don’t cry: Your wood lives forever in immortal instruments and books, and your species’ perpetuation is pretty much guaranteed by human hand.”
Thoughts on this? Don’t know if this image makes me smile or cry!
Do trees ever “think” to each other, “when I reincarnate I want to be a Stradivarius violin”?