On the Chickaming prairie, there is a mighty tree dwarfing all others. On our many visits, we had never noticed it before. Then, this day, we noticed a bulge on the horizon: the crown of an unusually tall and spreading oak.
Its grandeur was difficult to apprehend. The closer we got, the more humbling it was. With every step, it grew taller. By its yardstick, we were children.
To look up into its branches was dazzling. Each limb was itself as large as a tree, radiating with power and life’s energy. All we could do was wonder and admire. We didn’t think to theorize or measure. The tree had its own metaphysics, with itself at the center.