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Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo. Shovel them under and let me work -- I am the grass; I cover all ~ Sandburg ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Two years, ten years, and the passengers ask the conduct What is this where are we now? I am the grass. Let me work ~ Excerpt "A Terrible Love for War" ~ James Hillman You who govern public affairs, what need have you to employ punishments? I love virtue, and the people will be virtuous. The virtues of a superior man are like the wind; the virtues of a common man are like the grass; the grass, when the wind passes over it, bends.” ~ Page 156 ~ Walden - Henry David Thoreau

“Butterflies are self propelled flowers.” ― Robert A. Heinlein

“So it is: we are not given a short life but we make it short, and we are not Ill-supplied but wasteful of it.” ― Seneca, On the Shortness of Life Flowers blush. It may seem remarkable to say this, but it is true. Many flowers change colors after they are pollinated. This physiological shift happens because of a pH change from basic to acidic within their petals, possibly triggered by pollination or subsequent fertilization. In other flowers, colors often change with age, transitioning from a young, rewarding bloom (rewarding to the pollinator, that is) to an older, senescent one. . . . Page 17 “From ‘THE REASON FOR FLOWERS”

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In the morning light, I remembered how much I loved the sound of wind through the trees. I laid back and closed my eyes, and I was comforted by the sound of a million tiny leaves dancing on a summer morning. Patrick Carman, The Tenth City, Tree Poems

HBM Have a great Monday and a week

Instincts, we tend to think, are automatic, unconscious patterns of behavior. The spiders’s web that glistens in the morning dew was dictated by a genetic code in the spider’s tiny brain. The web may be a lovely sight to our eyes, but its beauty is a mere by-product of a spider’s way of enjoying breakfast. From the standpoint of either the spider or the human observer, such pretty accidents of nature are a long way from how we normally regard works of art. ~ Dennis Dutton en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Denis_Dutton

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