Within stillness, even great adventures may transpire. A stationary life is not an unremarkable existence as most are conditioned to believe. Love can be found between any two entities that you may rest your eyes upon. I should know, for I fell in love with Marion, the boulder, the moment my height reached the point where I could see over the cluster of thorny bushes that she lay behind. Time, for me, is not linear; it is round like the seasons and the cycles of life. And space is not something that I move through; rather, it swirls around me while I stand in place. Everything moves slowly when you are a creature such as I, a wise and old ash tree.