A Tree and Me

If it were up to me there wouldn’t be tree.

And why is that?  Well, it’s because I don’t know how to make a tree, you see.

I don’t know how to make a lot of things like the paper I’m writing on, the pen

I’m writing with, the chair I’m sitting on, the lamp and glasses that enable me to see.  Creatures like me, at least I think they are like me, make these things       & all kinds of other things like cars, telephones, TVs, CDs, DVDs; the list is very long.

I use these things but I don’t know how to make them.  Also, I personally don’t know how they work.  Experts, who are creatures like me, provide explanations. 

Then there is this body I call my own; I use it but I personally don’t know                    how it works.  Experts, who are creatures like me, provide explanations. 

And who is this user who is caught like a deer in the headlights of an inquisition?

Hmmm, I just am, I think.  But I don’t know how I think or who it is that’s doing  the thinking.  Experts, who are creatures like me, provide explanations.

Comments: IMHO WE clearly are neither a technician nor engineer nor expert in anything beyond my own opinion.

I think that I shall never see a poem as lovely as a tree

A tree that looks to God all day and lifts its leafy arms to pray

Poems are made by fools like me but only God can make a tree.

[Joyce Kilmer 1886-1918]

Comment:  WE always assumed that every child memorized this poem.

Well at least these three lines.