Every time I go into a forest I feel like I am walking on holy ground, a wonderful beauty pulsating with divinity. I try to imagine the forest as an immense cathedral, I see the tall trees as the columns and towers, silent but imposing pagan idols, the stumps are tombs of forgotten kings, a stone is an altar or shrine, the light diffuses everywhere as a marvelous canvas of forms and colors, and all the animals and plants as well as wind and streams are partakers to a sacred ceremony. And I stay there in the middle of it all and try to catch and understand the sounds, the chants, the rites, but I can't help but feel like a stranger, an outsider. I can't remember the language...
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