uesp:“I ask you again to imagine for me. This time you are beneath the ground, a tiny acorn
uesp: “I ask you again to imagine for me. This time you are beneath the ground, a tiny acorn planted by some well-meaning elf-maiden of the woodlands for her pleasure. You wish to grow but fear what you may become, so you push off the water, the dirt, the sun, to stay in your hole. But it is in the very pushing that you become a tree, in spite of yourself. How did that happen?”–Septimus Signus -- source link