Thoughts Of A Guy Named Mason

How do I teach with a metaphor?

When a tree dies it doesn't move, it doesnt change; The tree is stuck in time, a memory, but a facade to the change under the ground. One day the tree will decompose, when it does this a new tree will come along, and it's root system will follow the dense biomas of the decomposed tree.

New experiences are built in old roots. New hikes worn in old boots. New friends made with old knowlege.


When I start reflecting-when a chapter comes to an end-I start getting anxious, about how it could have been different if I had of done this, or simply that this will never happen again.

Well it wont happen again; To this I would like to remind myself that if it didnt happen then nothing akin to it would ever be able to happen. The simple ability for something to end-for a dead tree to decompose-allows the new tree to root itself.

If I didn't go to Calperum and the same group of people still went, they would have done mostly the same thing, they would have made friends for life and learnt things that will shape their life. The ecosystem would have kept on circling. The absence of one tree is not existential to the function of it.

But I was there. I did make those experiences, I did follow the biomas of decomposed trees to plant a new root system.


I really do feel like I am overexplaining the same metaphor incessantly.

Stuff changes, people change, people learn, and people forget.

Sometimes they remember too.