We take all the joy out of our work. We succumb to accountancy. And we destroy our lives and our planet. Heartless, joyless, we become killers. We kill the Human Spirit, and in doing so, kill everything else.
Trees become boards, a commodity to build unwanted, unseen, neglected walls.
Nothing to have meaning, beauty, pride, presence. Nothing to shelter, to make space, to organize life, to inspire praise. A waste of a tree. A waste of the life force that built. A box to trap a promising life and a dying spirit.