| Flower in the crannied wall By Alfred Tennyson (1809 - 1892) Flower in the crannied wall, I pluck you out of the crannies; -- Hold you here, root and all, in my hand, Little flower -- but if I could understand What you are, root and all, and all in all, I should know what God and man is. |
Have you noticed, that no matter what hardship mother nature is faced with, she survives!! Build a wall, she will give you a flower. We may destroy the world, but it will survive, who are we to think otherwise? Do we know more than God?
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