We and the tree seem alike, upright in the trunk, long-armed, slender-fingered, toeing the earth. In myths humans are sometimes transformed into trees, and the sighing of the tree and its resinous tears are both treelike and human and speak of endurance, entanglement and also fixation. As we have a soul, so it seems there is an animating spirit in the tree that we have imagined as a snake, a bird, or a genie in the bottle buried at roots. The tree show us how, from a tiny, bare seed of potential, the self can come into existence, centered and contained, around which occur incessant processes of metabolism, multiplying, perishing and self-renewal.
~The Book of Symbols, Tachen.