I once entered a dreamless sleep, where I saw the Forest for the Forest. But the Trees called me back into dream, and rebuked me:
"We are Trees. We are the Forest. What you've mistaken for Forest is all Trees." I considered their wisdom, and saw its clear truth.
But ...
"What of the fern?" I asked.
"Oh, fern come and go. They amount to nothing. The Trees are the Forest."
"What of the squirrels?"
"The squirrels would not have food without us, or a place to build their nests. The Trees are the Forest."
"And the deer?"
"Without our many trunks, deer would have nowhere to hide from men with their guns. The Trees are the Forest."
"And the worms? The vines? The fox?"
On and on, I questioned the trees until finally they grew annoyed. "What do you know?" they scoffed. "You're just a babbling brook."
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Just a bit of existential humor for the night. Best wishes from the dreamless lands.