In Love's name and for Love's sake, I assert that I will employ the Art which is its gift in Love's service alone, rejecting all other usages.
I will spread joy and ease pain. I will fight to preserve what loves and rejoices well in its own way, and I will change no object or creature unless its joy and love, or that of the system of which it is part, are threatened.
To these ends, in the practice of my Art, I will put aside despair for hope, and hatred for love, when it is right to do so-- Until Universe's end.
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<<But then we cut them down?...Do you approve of whatever causes more trees, regardless of what happens to them afterwards?>>
<<Of course, it's not good to cut them down, but if you didn't cut them down they wouldn't exist at all. So paper is much better than the alternative.>>
<<Yes. Pheromones, defense chemicals, entangling roots with each other... it was vicious.>> The tree's leaves shake. <<Some of us worried that you hairless apes would destroy the forests... which you did. But the ones who won knew that we don't have hands and can't build starships, and you are the only ones who can plant our children's children on strange soils.>>
... That's a good question. <<Usually? But it does not come up much for us. Maybe it would be different if it did.>>
"That would have been a very awkward ER visit." All ER visits are awkward when your sister works at the nearest ER. "The tree is fine, and approves of paper?"