A letter to prospective tree planters.
It’s still cold outside, they say. Many hundred indebted, or otherwise unfounded behaviours will lead University students from their parents homes this year. They’ll leave to see the wild, as it was. To party with some of the best. Speak deeply over the living flames, under the ancient stars of time. They’ll go and find themselves in far off foreign lands which reside only hear in this Country. Their 2 month disconection will seem to sound exciting, liberating. The times they’ll share will be beautiful; the money they’ll make will be the envy of all their friends, who soon will plead to go too. They’ll get luxioursly cost free suntans under the skies navigated by May wop and driven by Etienne Brule. Their desires will be met, their wants, in excess.
They’ll go plant trees.
Beware parents, who’s children choose to change. A summer of excess can be a winter of regress. And take heed, betterment is your own and anything outside of you may not change that. Forget the words of Emmersonwhen he said “Travelling is a fools paradise”, and forget yourself. A year of Hell waits for you and AristotlesSkeleton won’t be there, nor will you fly to Venus to Discuss the metaphysics with Angels. You’ll be covered, in everything. But that might make all the change– Be one.
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