As I passed under the first broad, high, cool canopy of leaves, it occurred to me to wonder when a tree would feel most like itself, when it would feel it had most fully achieved its true being. I mean, if it were sentient -- and who is to know if we are the only conscious ones, or that our consciousness is the only kind there is? -- at what stage of its yearly cycle would it say, now, now I am what I am, now at last I am in my total treeness.-- John Banville, Shroud --
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