I want to believe that Philip*
spoke openly to the fir trees
in a fortified position near Larissa.
Thus he doubled the length of the sarisa**
being wise enough to feel the firs ahead.
There’s no such thing as homeless thoughts.
And all, but all of our aspirations
hanker for some naturalness.
To defeat, but how?
When a logical mind reflects nature,
then nothing seems arbitrary.
Even a spineless fir renders you innovating.
We must prevail. But why?
Just for the idea.
But it’s so natural.
And naturalness is a word without end.
A comprehensible word , nevertheless,
as long as there are Philips.
*Philip II (382-336 B.C.): king of Macedonia.
**Sarisa: a lengthy ancient spear.