my articles are in front of me because somewhere, a tree has died.
a tree lives somewhere because i have not yet pressed print.

either as a tree or as a page, the thing screams 'Life!!'
but as a tree, it screams it so much louder.
and yet, we know only our own language, and so we must cut down the tree and translate it's message into grossly simplied code that in the end, points us in exactly the same direction: towards the forest.