Stavanger Bay Morgenstern Balding

"I have never considered, what a tree wants. Do they have a "want" - no, that is not correct - a will to... to... feel such a thing?"' Dwin picked up the suggestion to rummage through it thoroughly. She looked to the forest line nearby and imagined for a moment all the trees watching them and discussing them - crawly, tiny creatures. Could they also talk crap behind your back? But, if they spoke in a tree language that Dwin had not mastered, would talking behind your back even apply? Cause the idea was that... you had to understand and be aware of it. 

"I dunno. I think that I would want to become a river. Or... or water - I mean, you are always on the move and you meet so many interesting creatures along the way. You can become ice and you can become a cloud. I think that water means the ultimate freedom. And... and... infinity, I think?" she guessed. Death seemed such a faraway thing that it seemed almost silly to discuss it now. "Oh, and as water I could find out, what trees and plants think, I could become part of someone else. 'cause - you know - water is everywhere and a part of everything. Kind of like a God..." Dwin was lost in thoughts for a bit. 

"Is that, what they mean, when they say that the God is in everything?" she asked with an "eureka-moment" giddiness in her voice.