WHO KNOWS WHAT GOES ON IN THE MIND OF A FLOWER BENEATH THE SURFACE OF THE SOIL?

Who knows what goes on in the mind of a flower beneath the surface of the soil? Well, I do. Would you like me to tell you? His roots are the sun, in the other dimension, and his neighbours are his brethren. The fish are his children, which tickles the toes when he drinks just to liven them. His thoughts are you and me, silly, didn’t you know? He has jealousy, anger, and remorse the same as everything else. But, he loves us because we let him grow. We love him because he lets it show. I mean he turns sunshine to love everywhere, doesn’t he? Of course he does, and you know this. So go ahead and show it yourself, one sun shining day, and we’ll all grow back together. By feeding him we feed the sun. The sun feeds in turn, and he nourishes us. It’s a super-galactic, super-cala-fraga-listic, revolving, evolving, macro-economic system, but it’s far from simple, stupid. It’s the cosmos, after all. Now, you know.