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Tr\u00e6erne er selve sj\u00e6len i Langes\u00f8, men ganske mange behandler dem som ukrudt. Men fristes til at tro, at tankegangen er noget i retning af: \u201dDet er s\u00f8rme \u00e6rgerligt, at det er s\u00e5 sv\u00e6rt at rykke de irriterende tr\u00e6er op bare med h\u00e5nden, men heldigvis har man da en motorsav, og s\u00e5 er det problem ryddet af vejen i en ruf\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
Denne indstilling er vaske\u00e6gte afstumpethed i ordets egentlige betydning. Den afsl\u00f8rer manglende sans for livets \u00e6gte v\u00e6rdier – ikke blot i ens eget, men i alle andre Langes\u00f8beboeres milj\u00f8. Respekt for tr\u00e6erne p\u00e5 deres egne pr\u00e6misser kendetegner et hjertevarmt menneske med styr p\u00e5 tilv\u00e6relsens sande prioriteringer. Et ualmindeligt smukt eksempel p\u00e5 denne intelligente holdning til naturen kan man l\u00e6se hos den tyske forfatter og Nobel-pristager Hermann Hesse, der is\u00e6r er ber\u00f8mt for romanen Steppeulven. Hermann Hesse videregiver her med sin k\u00e6rlige og l\u00e6rerige forst\u00e5else for tr\u00e6ernes enest\u00e5ende v\u00e6rdi for mennesket.<\/p>\n
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Teksten stammer fra \u201dWanderings: Notes and Sketches\u201d. Den fulde engelske tekst kan l\u00e6ses nedenfor, og den er mere end v\u00e6rd at bruge lidt tid p\u00e5. Jeg har oversat en kort smagspr\u00f8ve til dansk. H\u00e5ber det vil inspirere til videre l\u00e6sning:<\/p>\n
\u201dIntet er mere helligt, intet er vigtigere end at v\u00e6rds\u00e6tte et smukt, st\u00e6rkt tr\u00e6. N\u00e5r et tr\u00e6 f\u00e6ldes og afsl\u00f8rer det n\u00f8gne d\u00f8delige s\u00e5r til solen, kan man l\u00e6se hele dets livshistorie i det lysende manuskript, som snittet gennem stammen afsl\u00f8rer: \u00c5rringene viser tr\u00e6ets opv\u00e6kst og alle dets ar, alle dets kampe, alle dets sygdomme. Al dets gl\u00e6de og medgang st\u00e5r sandf\u00e6rdigt skrevet her. Det fort\u00e6ller om de magre \u00e5r og om de gode \u00e5r og om de angreb og storme, der blev modst\u00e5et\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
Bedre kan det ikke siges. Det er et uimodsigeligt argument for at bevare flest mulige af vores vidunderlige tr\u00e6er. Skulle vi ikke sende vores egne sm\u00e5lige behov og id\u00e9er ud p\u00e5 en velfortjent sidelinje? Fuldvoksne tr\u00e6er er en n\u00e6sten uerstattelig gave givet til os af venlige mennesker fra en langt klogere fortid. En gave, som vi m\u00e5 blive bedre til at v\u00e6rds\u00e6tte efter fortjeneste.<\/p>\n
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Hermann Hesse f\u00e5r nu selv ordet: \u201cFor me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more, I revere them when they stand alone.<\/p>\n
They are like lonely persons. Not like hermits who have stolen away out of some weakness, but like great, solitary men, like Beethoven and Nietzsche.<\/p>\n
In their highest boughs the world rustles, their roots rest in infinity; but they do not lose themselves there, they struggle with all the force of their lives for one thing only: to fulfill themselves according to their own laws, to build up their own form, to represent themselves.<\/p>\n
Nothing is holier, nothing is more exemplary than a beautiful, strong tree. When a tree is cut down and reveals its naked death-wound to the sun, one can read its whole history in the luminous, inscribed disk of its trunk: in the rings of its years, its scars, all the struggle, all the suffering, all the sickness, all the happiness and prosperity stand truly written, the narrow years and the luxurious years, the attacks withstood, the storms endured.<\/p>\n
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And every young farm boy knows that the hardest and noblest wood has the narrowest rings, that high on the mountains and in continuing danger the most indestructible, the strongest, the ideal trees grow.<\/p>\n
Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth. They do not preach learning and precepts. They preach, undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life.<\/p>\n
A tree says: A kernel is hidden in me, a spark, a thought, I am life from eternal life. The attempt and the risk that the eternal mother took with me is unique, unique the form and veins of my skin, unique the smallest play of leaves in my branches and the smallest scar on my bark. I was made to form and reveal the eternal in my smallest special detail.<\/p>\n
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A tree says: My strength is trust. I know nothing about my fathers, I know nothing about the thousand children that every year spring out of me. I live out the secret of my seed to the very end, and I care for nothing else. I trust that God is in me. I trust that my labor is holy. Out of this trust I live.<\/p>\n
When we are stricken and cannot bear our lives any longer, then a tree has something to say to us: Be still! Be still! Look at me! Life is not easy; life is not difficult. Those are childish thoughts. . . . Home is neither here nor there. Home is within you, or home is nowhere at all.<\/p>\n
A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening. If one listens to them silently for a long time, this longing reveals its kernel, its meaning. It is not so much a matter of escaping from one\u2019s suffering, though it may seem to be so. It is a longing for home, for a memory of the mother, for new metaphors for life. It leads home. Every path leads homeward, every step is birth, every step is death, every grave is mother.<\/p>\n
So, the tree rustles in the evening, when we stand uneasy before our own childish thoughts: Trees have long thoughts, long-breathing and restful, just as they have longer lives than ours. They are wiser than we are, as long as we do not listen to them. But when we have learned how to listen to trees, then the brevity and the quickness and the childlike hastiness of our thoughts achieve an incomparable joy. Whoever has learned how to listen to trees no longer wants to be a tree. He wants to be nothing except what he is. That is home. That is happiness.\u201d<\/p>\n
Respektindgydende l\u00e6rerigt. \u00c6gte k\u00e6rlig visdom. Tankev\u00e6kkende. Her er ord, man b\u00f8r l\u00e6gge sig p\u00e5 sinde, n\u00e5r man n\u00e6ste gang st\u00e5r over for et vidunderligt tr\u00e6.<\/p>\n
Det er aldrig for sent at blive klogere\u2026<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Tr\u00e6erne er selve sj\u00e6len i Langes\u00f8, men ganske mange behandler dem som ukrudt. Men fristes til at tro, at tankegangen er noget i retning af: \u201dDet er s\u00f8rme \u00e6rgerligt, at det er s\u00e5 sv\u00e6rt at rykke de irriterende tr\u00e6er op bare med h\u00e5nden, men heldigvis har man da en motorsav, og s\u00e5 er det problem … L\u00e6s videre Hvad er v\u00e6rdien?<\/span>