Michal and I recently returned from a trip on Vancouver Island, specifically the rainforest of Pacific Rim National Park. For three days, we walked the verdant trails colored in a thousand shades of green, breathing in the pulse of the forest. We unplugged ourselves from the attachment of all things electronic and we planted our souls and our feet on the hallowed ground of the centuries-old sanctuary of giant evergreens, their branches embracing the sky. Silvery cedars, weathered and stressed by time and rain, stretched their twisted trunks on our paths across several feet. Old Man's beard linches, appropriately named due to their hairy, silvery appearance, hung like tinsel from branches of fir and hemlock, their delicate strands supplying the machinery for photosynthesis. Sometimes the canopy of branches was so thick and the foliage so dense that sunlight was off limits on these trails. Above us, branches covered in moss and fungus co...