Some say that when a tree falls in the distant forest, the sound travels beyond the boundaries of our universe.
On the journey back to its origin, it synergizes with other sounds; sounds of joy and pain; sound of loss and gain.
The sound of the falling tree becomes transformed into its own universe of energy.
Upon its impact, it carries promises, dreams, experiences, both good and bad. Its explosion spreads to other life forms (the birds, the trees, the tiger, the bees) giving them the opportunity to experience and appreciate its journey.
Like the sound of the falling tree, such is life. Life, how short, cruel, joyful it might be, travels through time capturing these elements of joy and pain; of ones loss; of ones gain.
We have the chance to accept its mystic synergy; to embrace its power. Any attempt to control it will only cause a friction and it will swallow us whole and absorb us into its core.
Like the sound of the falling tree, so are the words and experiences we have shared, are sharing and will share. They too travel and will never die; only to return. Our spirits will always remember the journey, whether short or long.
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