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Originally Posted by YOhio
Buck up. It's a tree.
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Did you hear the story about Pres. Hinckley and his old maple that died, and how he felt about it? Every six months, you're staring at its remains. The man had a relationship with that tree. You say to him: "Buck up. It's a tree." And Pres. Hinckley hits you with his cane.
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"Now I say that I know the meaning of my life: 'To live for God, for my soul.' And this meaning, in spite of its clearness, is mysterious and marvelous. Such is the meaning of all existence." Levin, Anna Karenina, Part 8, Chapter 12
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