A tree that died for me

I look at the enormous stack of papers (that I intend to use for scratch printer paper now that our printer works which) which represent a portion of the paper whose sole purpose was to assist me in my academical pursuits last semester. So all of the syllabi, all of the handouts, all the papers I wrote and especially all of the Arabic homework. I think of the many slices of many trees that fueled my quest for knowledge. I wish for a paperless, electronic world (that's not too hard on the eyes, like a Kindle). And then I remember that an electronic world costs the actual world too. And then I wish for heaven, where hopefully, I'll be free of eco-guilt. Hopefully.