(By Paolo Propato, LAc) The other morning Issa was lost in thought, looking out the window while we sat at the breakfast table. I was drizzling honey on a sliced pear when he turned to me and asked, “Dad, I have a question.” That is typically how every conversation starts with him.
“What is wood made out of?”
“Trees,” I replied.
“Then what are trees made out of?”
I felt I knew where he was going so I smiled and said, “Wood.”
“WHAT?! That makes no sense. How can wood make a tree and the tree make wood?!”
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