Every tree in every forest, plain, mountain or jungle is the apotheosis of the primordial spirit within. Some sleep peacefully, others are reminders that the world belongs to a higher form of existence. The ancient ones continually resonate with omnipresence that cannot be defined by the thought process of short lived mankind. We will never know what it is like to watch sand turn to stone, or rivers turn into tortuous canyons. We all breath in the comfort that the inexplicable metamorphosis of time does not fall on our unfettered feet, we are fortunates and should honor the ancients duly.