By Cercatore a.k.a. Arzoo
Dedication: To myself. I have this funny way of connecting with trees. I have been looking at the Apple tree that belongs to our neighbors, for quite a while. For some reason, my mind had been transfixed at this tree for several days. Eventually, after several days of “void staring”, I came up with the following thoughts.

The Apple tree stood magnificently, magically attracting attention of its thoughtful viewer. Its frail branches spread out like a complex labyrinth, intricately creating a multidimensional balance. The tree was perfectly “silent” and “expressed”. Somehow, it added meaning to the colorful background of orange, brick red and brown houses. The viewer silently and passively sat and viewed the ecological, spatial and temporal balance represented by this one life form. The viewer was deeply connected. The tree belonged to her; a most beautiful memory that would strengthen and rejuvenate her soul. She planned to awaken that memory when “need” dictated her to do so. As soon as the viewer disconnected from the magnificence of the tree, she realized it was on the other side of the fence. “Shucks! the Apple tree is not mine; it is theirs…..hmm! Perhaps it is mine too, in some ways.” Suddenly, her thought took an unexpected turn: “Fences and Geographical boundaries”. Thus, a soliloquy began:
“When the apples ripen and fall down on our side, I usually pick one of them, clean them and eat them without questioning. I wonder why governments fight for power and control. What is the point of controlling resources and territories that belong to someone else? The Iraq war silently magnified itself within her tiny brain.”
She heard explosions, saw blood and experienced the pain of the wounded. Something took her “voice” away, so she passively stood and observed. “Heart of Darkness” and “Simulacra” took meaning within her as she quietly walked away. As the “philosopher within” awakened, the “activist within” stepped aside. Thoughts resonated creating chaos and harmony. And then a very simple solution came forward: “War can be avoided if well-intentioned individuals entered into mutually beneficial treaties, instead of fighting to gain control over others’ resources and land.” As the “philosopher within” quietly provided an answer, the “activist within” replied: “You must stay connected with the correct kind of individuals if you wish to fulfill this purpose.” And the “philosopher within” looked at the “activist within” with sad eyes and just smiled.
….The tree is mine and theirs.