Prologue


Happening by chance is usually remote enough to not speculate the
actual ratios of how much an event could or could not have happened.
But, by chance a tiny seed finds it’s way down onto the perfect spot
where there is moist soil and moist material to cover it so that the
birds and rodents don’t find and eat it. The ground is warm in the day
from the ample sunlight but has just enough shade from a nearby bush to
keep the hard rains and winds from pulling it from the coziness of it’s
new home. It only takes a moment and the transformation begins with
moisture swelling into the seed walls and activating the engine of life.

Alone in the world, dodging attacks from insects and rodents, surviving
against diseases, molds, and bacteria, bending to the storms and
patiently waiting for a drop of water in drought the tiny seed grows
into a magnificent tree that dwarfs it’s protecting bush. Once just a
grain of material is now a pillar standing out on the side of a small
knoll with all leaves basking in the daylight while the shady side
gathers moss and lichens. It is here that this monument of creation
loops through a program of nature’s design for developing out into the
world but as with being a solitary wonder it has no source of material
to build the final pieces and all is lost until another year.

Rain and fire, ice and dust, swarms of bugs thick like oily clouds, and
microscopic denizens try to topple the might of this tree but neither
stands down and neither gives up. It isn’t always a struggle to survive
as other creatures make the tree their home or use the wasted growth for
shelter, food, and a place to rest. There is solace in the emptiness
and time to reflect on the beauty of the sky above while holding to the
cool soils below. Who knows if a tree can think on it’s own but it lives
and it grows and it reacts so it deserves at least to be acknowledged
as a living citizen of this world.

The sun and moon chase each other across the sky and as they do the tree
grows and fills and tries to become more than it’s mass of bark,
leaves, and flowers. Creatures come and go, are born, grow up, and die
in the presence of what appears to be an immortal if not a god of the
immediate landscape. All powerful as this tree may appear to those near
it, from afar it is just another tree on the sparse land where the
designs of life both live and die. It would take a wild chance for
anything else to ever make things change, a happen chance.

In the afternoon of a blue day there was a breeze with a sweet nectar
about it. Animals scurried around and tried to find the source but only
the tree knew how special the smell was. This one day the ancient of the
land was in it’s last full bloom as it was being overwhelmed by a swarm
of insects that bored and ate of it’s hard wood and the smell could not
have come sooner. A chance wind had blown the pollen from another
distant tree and each flower opened wide to let this magical dust do
it’s quiet work. The pollen attached itself and bored down to fertilize
the fruit from which seeds would develop.

As the last of the fruits fell from the old branches the tree could no
longer draw water from it’s roots and with it’s first population of
children now out to fend for themselves, it fell into an even deeper
silence. Many years had passed and the landscape was a bit different
than when the tree had first sprouted but the dangers remained the same
so all of the fruits with all of their seeds needed those perfect
conditions to become a great pillar on the land. The fruits will rot or
be eaten or carried away to some burrow but a few will be placed in the
perfect place. They will not know how they got there and they will not
know of their parents and how they became such special seeds but they
will grow.

But, by chance a tiny seed finds it’s way down onto the perfect spot
where there is moist soil and moist material to cover it so that the
birds and rodents don’t find and eat it. The ground is warm in the day
from the ample sunlight but has just enough shade from a nearby bush to
keep the hard rains and winds from pulling it from the coziness of it’s
new home. It only takes a moment and the transformation begins again
with
moisture swelling into the seed walls and activating it’s own little
engine of life.

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