November 22, 2001
The arrival of 150 more trees

I don’t expect people to understand my visions—nor do I want them to be around when my dreams reach their highest peak inside a forest I’ve dedicated my life to. I won’t be remembered for my deeds of kindness. I will forever be recognized as the son of a bitch who envisioned way too much, and made no friends getting there. No one will say to those who hate me, “He tried not to perfect you… but to give you another view of the world that lives outside yourself.” Some days the forest is so silent… not even the wind sings her song. That’s when I know God is with me… for all things are listening.