Wait, David. Close your eyes. That red table on the hill nailed to that tree. Can you see it, David?
I see it.
The tree. Now look closely at the tree. And at the bark, look at the bark. Do you see it?
Yes, I see it.
Look closer. Can you see the texture? How it’s smooth-ish?
Yes.
What kind of tree is it, David?
Well, it’s not a White Pine, as in the story I told. I can see clearly now. Smooth-ish bark. And a bit of red paint slopped onto the trunk from when we painted the table. It’s… it’s… it’s a Maple. No, wait. Oh heck, maybe an Oak. No, Maple. Well certainly not a White Pine. Oh, I really messed up that story, didn’t I?