In truth, the forest hears each sound, each blade of grass as it lies down.

Oh, people. People are funny creatures; I don't understand them. Mostly I can figure them out based on conclusions I've drawn from people previously... but then, most of my conclusions have been drawn about myself, and copied and pasted onto others, as it were. This doesn't really make sense anymore, though; I am a rather unobjective source. It was Atticus, wasn't it, who said that in order to understand a man you had to climb inside of his skin and walk around in it. Strangely enough, that made more sense a few years ago than it does now. I wonder why that is.