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+title: Sapling
+genre: prose
+
+project:
+    title: "Buildings out of air: Paul in the Woods"
+    css: paul
+    order: 20
+    next:
+    - title: Cereal
+      link: cereal
+    - title: Shed
+      link: shed
+    previous:
+    - title: Question
+      link: question
+    - title: Reports
+      link: reports
+...
+
+He chopped down a sapling pine tree and looked at his watch.  From first chop
+to fall it had taken him eight minutes and something like twenty seconds.
+Maybe a little change.  He leaned against another tree and fished in his
+pocket for a cigarette.  He lifted it out of its box and fished in his other
+pocket for his lighter, failing to find it.  He searched his other pockets.
+He came to the realization that he had forgotten it in his Shack (in confusion
+over his True Vocation, he'd resorted to calling it simply the Shack until he
+could figure it out).  He sighed and put his hands in his pockets.
+
+"I wonder if trees are protective of their young" he said to himself, then
+wondered if why he had to think his thoughts out loud, then remembered he
+always did this, then remembered his conversation with Jill.  He hoped she
+didn't.  He hoped that conversation was like the tree that fell in the forest
+with no one around.  "I wonder if a thought said out loud isn't heard by
+anyone, if it was made.  I think maybe this is what Literature (big L) is all
+about, if it's trying to make a connection because no idea matters unless it's
+connected to something else, or to someone else.  Maybe no wood matters unless
+it's bound to another by upholstery nails.  If 'the devil is in the details,'
+as they say (who are 'they' anyway?), the details are the connections?  That
+doesn't make sense.  Details are details.  Connections are connections.
+
+"Still, a neuron by itself means nothing.  Put them all together though and
+connect them.  You've got a brain."