As a boy, at the tender age of five, he was grabbed by the branches of a tree and swallowed into its center. The tree knew it had but a few days days left to live and wanted to pass on the knowledge it had gathered watching, listening and witnessing mankind through long gone centuries. The boy was paralyzed as the tree whispered in thousands and thousands of voices, making sure that none of its vast wisdom kept was in vain. Pictures and sounds of atrocities and hardship was in abundance. The boychilds eyes flinching, he stood gasping for air, absorbing every last detail of mans actions. He saw men & womens pointless bickering in stark contrast to the many forms of oppression people imposed onto as well as other lifeforms as to themselves. After about two minutes he was pushed out of the tree again and as his darkblonde hair touched the air around him, he pondered his newly won experience, eyes in a starless gaze locked in a sight like far beyond amazed. His blood in a haze as he could not move. One of the trees branches tried to reach him and it almost cracked, scratching the boychilds chin into creaking a thin line of dark blood making its way downwards. Everything turned to silence. And the boy would continue his travels in life searching for that sound of what the world was made of until his dying day.This was in 1982.
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