Mt. Pulag It was on a day like that when my father’s notion of the whole being greater than the sum of its parts moved from my head to my heart. The view from my sycamore was more than rooftops and clouds and wind and colors combined.

It was magic.

And I started marveling at how I was feeling both humble and majestic. How was that possible? How could I be so full of peace and full of wonder? How could this simple tree make me feel so complex? So alive.

Flipped by Wendelin Van Draanen, 2003 December 20, 2014. Sunrise on the summit of Mount Pulag, Northern Philippines

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