But, to play devil's advocate, what
exactly is the "degree of work" that must be put in? How is it measured and defined - and by
whom?
Similarly, "the amount of progress the tree has made."
Progress - ??? Defined and measured how, and by
whom?!
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How about this guy? Collected on a ridge in Montana a few years back; sat in a black plastic bag recovering for a couple of years; stuck in a pot at some point; survived; trimmed very lightly; maybe wire-brushed and lime-sulfered the deadwood a wee bit at some point, but I think not. How about
him? Any rules he's breaking? Was there some requisite "degree of work" I did or did not put in? Any highly laudable "progress" he's made - or still
needs to make - that wins him the honor of being a "bonsai" in your mind? Should I even care whether someone thinks this is a
true or a
good bonsai? Really - should such things matter to me? And, if so,
why?!
Another favorite poem captures my thoughts here: the final poem by the great American poet Wallace Stevens (who made his living as an insurance salesman, BTW!)
Of Mere Being
The palm at the end of the mind,
Beyond the last thought, rises
In the bronze decor,
A gold-feathered bird
Sings in the palm, without human meaning,
Without human feeling, a foreign song.
You know then that it is not the reason
That makes us happy or unhappy.
The bird sings. Its feathers shine.
The palm stands on the edge of space.
The wind moves slowly in the branches.
The bird's fire-fangled feathers dangle down.