All that you give returns threefold, or so they say.
Or they used to, anyway. I do not know if that still holds true. Sometimes it does not seem to.
The world has moved on in a lot of ways. Maybe such concepts just refuse to stick around anymore.
I do not know.
Laughter. That uncertain, awkward laughter one uses while scratching their head and looking down at their shoes. Are those my shoes? I suppose they must be. Heh. Alrighty. Hello shoes.
I seem to be staring at my shoes a lot in life. Awkward laughter and all.
Trees… They do not concern themselves with these things. Nor do big granite stones.
And they do not have shoes to awkwardly laugh about.
I then give myself to the wisdom of trees and stones. Perhaps I’ll grok at least some of the things yet.