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I've read these posts and looked through some of the links. I'm not agreeing or disagreeing with either of you. I just want to point out that I kinda think you are arguing over what boils down to a matter of opinion.

Some may see bonsai as an art. Some may see bonsai as a craft that has very little art in it. Some romanticize (<- spelling?) bonsai to be a living thing to be passed from generation to generation until one day, the tree, through it's natural life cycle, succumbs to it's timely demise. And finally, some may see bonsai as a waste of time.

However you see it, or don't see it, is what makes everyone different. I can't think of a single case where you change a person's mind on a subject by attacking the other.

"Oh, you called me a '#$@%!' " or "Oh, well, since he's being sarcastic, I'll see it his way!"

By way of simple human nature, this just doesn't happen. Whether it's art or not...whether it's just a tree in a pot or not....I think it's worth just being willing to accept that others have their own opinions, whether I agree with it or not. Just because he/she has a difference of opinion doesn't make theirs right or wrong....just different than yours.

That's my two cents worth. <said stepping down off the soapbox>

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I MUST down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky; And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by; And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking; And a grey mist on the sea's face and a grey dawn breaking.

I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide; Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied; And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying; And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I must down to the seas again to the vagrant gypsy life; To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like a whetted knife; And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover; And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.

- Sea Fever by John Masefield

13-Aug-2004	#5
naclh2ofishing bonsaiTALK Neophyte Join Date: Aug-2004 Location: NC Country: USA USDA Zone: 7b AHS Heat Zone: ? Posts: 5	I've read these posts and looked through some of the links. I'm not agreeing or disagreeing with either of you. I just want to point out that I kinda think you are arguing over what boils down to a matter of opinion. Some may see bonsai as an art. Some may see bonsai as a craft that has very little art in it. Some romanticize (<- spelling?) bonsai to be a living thing to be passed from generation to generation until one day, the tree, through it's natural life cycle, succumbs to it's timely demise. And finally, some may see bonsai as a waste of time. However you see it, or don't see it, is what makes everyone different. I can't think of a single case where you change a person's mind on a subject by attacking the other. "Oh, you called me a '#$@%!' " or "Oh, well, since he's being sarcastic, I'll see it his way!" By way of simple human nature, this just doesn't happen. Whether it's art or not...whether it's just a tree in a pot or not....I think it's worth just being willing to accept that others have their own opinions, whether I agree with it or not. Just because he/she has a difference of opinion doesn't make theirs right or wrong....just different than yours. That's my two cents worth. <said stepping down off the soapbox> __________________ Zone 7b I MUST down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky; And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by; And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking; And a grey mist on the sea's face and a grey dawn breaking. I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide; Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied; And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying; And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying. I must down to the seas again to the vagrant gypsy life; To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like a whetted knife; And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover; And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over. - Sea Fever by John Masefield