"Look," my friend said, turning his head partway toward me with his gaze on nearby trees—"the trees are asleep." He wasn’t referring to cold weather, but to the consciousness that is in everything from a stone onward, in evolution.
The Trees Are Asleep
"Look," my friend said, turning his head partway toward me with his gaze on nearby trees—"the trees are asleep." He wasn’t referring to cold weather, but to the consciousness that is in everything from a stone onward, in evolution.