Im kneeling in front of a silopheted tree against a horizon set a blaze by the setting sun. A man clings to the tree. His body dripping with blood. Its flows down the bark to where I lay into the roots below me. As the man dies the tree starts to show signs of life. It begins to grow at an unusual pace. Then I notice worked comings towards the tree with branches of various kinds. The graft these new arms onto the tree. With its fast growing ability the branches instantly attach, grow, bud, bloom and bring forth fruit of every kind imaginable. Then the world turns heavenly white, and I see many sit down to a feast of the fuit from the strange tree. The man that gave it all for the harvest is now sitting at the head of the table. The workers are his guests, and I am humble to be one of them.
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