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Something To Think About, Seriously, for Readers, Writers, and Publishers . . .


Thanks to Maria Popova at Brain Pickings, I offer today only one quote—one magnificent quote from Hermann Hesse’s Trees: Reflections and Poems that, if pondered over, could help any Reader, Writer, or Publisher attain some Peace in this Frenzied World:

“For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone. They are like lonely persons. Not like hermits who have stolen away out of some weakness, but like great, solitary men, like Beethoven and Nietzsche. In their highest boughs the world rustles, their roots rest in infinity; but they do not lose themselves there, they struggle with all the force of their lives for one thing only: to fulfill themselves according to their own laws, to build up their own form, to represent themselves. Nothing is holier, nothing is more exemplary than a beautiful, strong tree. When a tree is cut down and reveals its naked death-wound to the sun, one can read its whole history in the luminous, inscribed disk of its trunk: in the rings of its years, its scars, all the struggle, all the suffering, all the sickness, all the happiness and prosperity stand truly written, the narrow years and the luxurious years, the attacks withstood, the storms endured. And every young farmboy knows that the hardest and noblest wood has the narrowest rings, that high on the mountains and in continuing danger the most indestructible, the strongest, the ideal trees grow.

“Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth. They do not preach learning and precepts, they preach, undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life.

“A tree says: A kernel is hidden in me, a spark, a thought, I am life from eternal life. The attempt and the risk that the eternal mother took with me is unique, unique the form and veins of my skin, unique the smallest play of leaves in my branches and the smallest scar on my bark. I was made to form and reveal the eternal in my smallest special detail.

“A tree says: My strength is trust. I know nothing about my fathers, I know nothing about the thousand children that every year spring out of me. I live out the secret of my seed to the very end, and I care for nothing else. I trust that God is in me. I trust that my labor is holy. Out of this trust I live.

“When we are stricken and cannot bear our lives any longer, then a tree has something to say to us: Be still! Be still! Look at me! Life is not easy, life is not difficult. Those are childish thoughts. . . . Home is neither here nor there. Home is within you, or home is nowhere at all.

“A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening. If one listens to them silently for a long time, this longing reveals its kernel, its meaning. It is not so much a matter of escaping from one’s suffering, though it may seem to be so. It is a longing for home, for a memory of the mother, for new metaphors for life. It leads home. Every path leads homeward, every step is birth, every step is death, every grave is mother.

“So the tree rustles in the evening, when we stand uneasy before our own childish thoughts: Trees have long thoughts, long-breathing and restful, just as they have longer lives than ours. They are wiser than we are, as long as we do not listen to them. But when we have learned how to listen to trees, then the brevity and the quickness and the childlike hastiness of our thoughts achieve an incomparable joy. Whoever has learned how to listen to trees no longer wants to be a tree. He wants to be nothing except what he is. That is home. That is happiness.”

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5 responses to “Something To Think About, Seriously, for Readers, Writers, and Publishers . . .

  1. deadeyescribe December 12, 2012 at 10:42 am

    “I think that I shall never see a tree as lovely as a tree made out of money.” (I forget who wrote that…)

    I ***love*** Ms Popova’s site, Alexander! It’s one of my daily morning must reads!

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    • Alexander M Zoltai December 12, 2012 at 10:47 am

      Well, Simone, do get back with us if you discover the author of that quote :-)

      Also, I hope you’ll come back and share any insights you gain from pondering over Mr. Hesse’s quote

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  2. Paul December 12, 2012 at 11:52 am

    “to fulfill themselves according to their own laws” – A tree is never imprisoned in it’s solid permanent placement but stands as a beacon. Exemplifying responsibility for it’s Freedom. How wicked slow we must appear to a wasp or a hummingbird. Peace be with You Sir.

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    • Alexander M Zoltai December 12, 2012 at 12:03 pm

      Thank you, Paul, for sharing your response :-)

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