“It never occurred to me until this storm day, while swinging inthe wind, that trees are travelers, in the ordinary sense,” John Muir’s A Wind-Storm In the Forests, Mountains of California (Muir, 1894)
My story will not save anyone. My Hope and Story certainly cannot and will not save another person from completing. We’ve tried. We’ve lost too many. That we’re still walking, breathing, bitching and pissed off says it all. We are invincible. With at least ten (10) combined failed attempts, we conclude that we are unkillable. We are immortal.