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"Here we are, trapped in the amber of the moment. There is no why."

(Kurt Vonnegut)

(by Paula Rego)

...one a birch, one a beech. They have grown up together from saplings to fully grown trees. They always had a healthy rivalry going, arguing about everything from the weather to the composition of the soil. In their older years a little sapling started to sprout between them and the birch said:

"Hey, I bet you that's the son of a birch."

"No sir, you are mistaken. That is the son of a beech."

"No problem. I can figure this out for you guys."

The woodpecker flies down to the sapling, pecks at it for a minute, and flies up to the beech tree. The beech asks:

"So, what's the verdict? Is it a son of a birch, or a son of a beech?"

The woodpecker replies:

"I don't know what all your fuss was about, but that was the best piece of ash I have ever put my pecker in."

(by Kenneth Armitage)

Taken in Jerónimos Monastery in Lisbon.