Ecsyle

The Tree of Life

Saturday night after a little bit of mushroom and absinthe, I was flipping through my sketchbook and stopped on this drawing. I like this drawing, and it was just a sketch of the tree of life. Man growing, evolving, his mind reaching its absolute potential. Staring into this drawing I realized something. Slightly trippin I quickly wrote it down on top of the actual sketch. The irony of man is that his constant search of the meaning of life, god, etc, is always in the one place he cannot actually look.

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