Two lines, parallel. Naturally, they seem endless — after all, if parallel, they can never cross.
One can’t help thinking of them as straight. But two lines, parallel, can bend, which seems to bring another dimension to “endless”. And the tree? It’s full of possibilities, too: leaves to come, fruit, shelter from sun or rain, or, if destroyed, transformation into shelter of another sort entirely.
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Thanks, Saul! (This comment ended up in spam somehow — I’ve de-spammed it, so future ones should go through correctly.)
I certainly noticed a blockage of my often insightful and thought-provoking, yet kind and appreciative, comments. It could have been due to name-shifting from same IP address.