Every person is a philosopher, but it seems no one wants to be the first to admit it.
And then, among the standing trees, a squeak is heard from the grass below. A disabled woman, sitting in her wheelchair, grips tightly onto the paper she reads from and the ears she reads to. It is strikingly simple. As she finishes, she strains her head up toward the trees with eyes and mouth open innocently wide. She is fed with applause and laughter.