158 Casual Tea With A Tree (2)

For how long he slept this time, he did not know, nor did it matter. Again, he walked into the distance towards the moan till he stood before the tree.

“It is you...” Ed said.

“Oh. You are still dying it seems, a shame.” the tree said.

“Oh, dying.”

“Your being is being eaten away by the mist.”

“Being... oh.”

“Yes.”

“The body then?” he asked.

“Oh, great topic, the body. What it is, you remember it. That you know it is means it is.” the tree drawled.

“It, oh..” he said.

“It, yes. Quite the topic. Let us ponder upon why it is.” the tree said.

“What is It?” Ed asked.

“It is, yes.”

“It dies then.” Ed said blankly.

“Does it? If it is, it is. Maybe it dies, maybe it doesn’t. If it does, it still is.” the tree drawled.

“I? I am.”

“Yes, a great topic.” the tree said as the flute stopped and Ed drifted off to sleep.