While foraging for boughs and berries I came upon Grandfather Fir. He let me sit under his canopy and enjoy his fragrant needles as I stared up into eternity through his branches. Grandfather Fir said I could snip some of his branches but I couldn't so I didn't.
If you ever have a pressing philosophical question that needs answering, just have a seat under Grandfather Fir. He has all the answers cradled in his wise roots. Be patient and listen well.