Romantic Guff
On the other side of the world there is an island. There are many islands, of course, but I have a particular island in mind. Like other islands in the area, it is formed from ancient coral that was raised up above sea level back in the mists of geological time by some massive techtonic force. On the island, there’s a steep hill. Actually, there are many hills, but I’m thinking of one specific hill. Now, this hill is deep into the rainforest that covers a large proportion of the island: a dark green blanket that smooths out the sharp edges of broken coral and weathered limestone. For the moment I’m only interested in one tree of the thousands that cover the hill: the tree at the summit, into which someone has scratched some words in the local language. They read:
Do not try to think like a man of action; Rather, act like a man of thought.
The view is beautiful.