Send us Fan Mail Close your eyes and stand beneath an old oak with me for a minute. Feel the air cool under the canopy, listen for birds overhead, and notice how quickly a “tree” becomes something bigger: shelter, memory, and a living relationship. I make the case that we’ve been using the phrase “the tree of life” too narrowly. What if there isn’t one tree of life at all, and every tree is a tree of life, sustaining everything around it, including us with every breath we take? From th...