"I decided that it was not wisdom that enabled [poets] to write their poetry, but a kind of instinct or inspiration, such as you find in seers and prophets who deliver all their sublime messages without knowing in the least what they mean."
--Socrates (in "Apology")
I love birch trees. This reminds me of hiking in Vermont (USA) when I find a nice spot to just lie back and let my mind wander. And if you ever need to light a fire, birch bark burns extremely hot even when damp. :) Nice shot here :)
The angle is cool and it makes for a great wallpaper :)