Fire creates a cave
They had even taken what they needed from the fire that licked around the tough bark at their base. And in most cases, the fire proved a friend that cleared more land for their gigantic trunk, more sunlight to absorb, and amazingly enough–the fire somehow (like popcorn, I imagine) prepped their seeds for germination.
These trees, if you haven’t guessed yet, are called Sequoias, named after Chief Sequoya. If I were back in a native American/First Nations lifetime, I might call these trees, They Who Know All and Say Nothing.
Walking among them, I felt Not-I. Not-I did not feel– Not-I be’d, if there was such a word. I will say it as best I can to make sense for you:
Not-I simply did be.