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“For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves… A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening. If one listens to them silently for a long time, this longing reveals itskernel, its meaning. It is not so much a matter of escaping from one’s suffering, though it may seem to be so. It is a longing for home, for a memory of the mother, for new metaphors for life. It leads home. Every path leads homeward, every step is birth, every step is death, every grave is mother.”
Hermann Hesse, Bäume. Betrachtungen und Gedichte