Hermann Hesse: Trees are sanctuaries. In their highest boughs the world rustles, their roots rest in infinity
For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone. In their highest boughs the world rustles, their roots rest in infinity; but they do not lose themselves there, they struggle […]