“If a tree falls in a forest and no one is present to hear it, does it make a sound?” — or something like that. It is a phrase I first recall hearing when I was in college. Some kind of existential, metaphysical stuff. Forgive me, I’m not good with this. Of course it makes a sound! How endeared we humans are with the concept that our own existence makes the sound…our experiencing the moment makes it be. Pish posh.
When the tree that was once attached to this stump fell in the forest that is now the Joyce Kilmer Memorial Forest it made a sound. I am very sure of that.☙