(He) emerges from the slightly chaotic den of papers and books he calls his study,
whose windows look out on to the forest.
Borjo Hermoso
From an interview with Jurgen Habermas
We talk about not seeing the forest for the trees
But what about not seeing the joy through the tears
Or life through greyness of the every day
We plant a life
But do we ever put down roots
So we can grow- no matter what?
Forests and trees
Life and its changes
Are you watching?
And that's poetiquejustis
Then shall the trees of the forest sing for joy before the Lord, for he comes to judge the earth.
I Chronicles 16:33
