A Solipsistic Story

Once upon a time there was a tree, a big tree it was actually, with a countless number of branches and at the end of these each branches a countless number of leaves. Every leaf had countless of veins that carried limitless water to them, to feed innumerable tiny little cells. But this tree was not alone, not only standing among grasses of every size, shape or hue that all seasons can turn them into, but in fact it was standing among many other trees, just as beautiful and great in stature, in a field of limitless acres. This one, this particular tree, resembles to every other trees in every aspect, all but one. The aspect that makes this tree special among many trees was not in that tree, but there comes a time when this tree makes a huge change in one man. In fact what is special about this man, is that, he is just an ordinary guy, but it was , interestingly enough, up to him to grasp the essence of this particular tree in the designated time, place, and the very special state of mind. What he saw up to that moment seemed irrelevant to this point he came, for him everything was there all the time. We can say that in the life he lived everything he saw, he took them granted for. Trees were trees, and branches were branches, and of course leaves were all leaves, that was all. When a breeze came a wind blew from one direction leaves would follow it, when the action comes they gave the reaction, nothing curious or strange there. Then, when the time came, although he never realized, that every tiny bit of action he made had brought him to that point. He was the architect of his own destiny, he saw the tree, and it was it. Simultaneously, every little piece of unimaginable detail rushed into his mind, a bombard of impossible amount of energy, information, the essence of life. All the feelings that one man can imagine, he experienced all of them, at the same time, in one single moment. His face, his expressions, his body reacted all at the same time. Every possible movement of every little particle of his existence and their endless possiblities of interaction, he thought at the same time. Which ,unfortunately, resulted in his death. A violently happy and immense moment it was. It's density was like a black-hole that sucked everything in it. But now I think about it, it was more like a worm-hole it sucked in everything to spit out them somewhere else, where he opened his eyes to a new life, naked.