These are the trees that I like to sit by and think about Christianity by. They are old and strong, like Satan. You can see how the hold up the cold snow with pride. One day the whole world will be as cold and grim as the pagan winters of Norway. I first listened to Filosofem by those trees (during winter ov course). It was magical. My parents like to think that those trees are theirs because they are on their property, but humanity cannot own nature. Nature owns us.