On the origin of species-

The forms of nature are beyond function. Their rightness is beyond utility.

It did not need to be beautiful!

It did not need to be at all.

The variation among instances of the same kind confirms the rule. The plants lose nothing in their obedience.

"The plants are generous," demanding little. Yet they cannot be forced.

The rosemary labors over one taste for me and another for the bees. The orchid shares its triumph 🞰, the lilies a strong dye. I know this is all on purpose.

The rose is the hopeful leaves, the bud, the adolescence, and the over-bloom and rot. The sky is everything that has passed through it my whole life. Of the rose I can see a few aspects on one bush. But you are all at once, without decay.

These and more have been given me. How shall I answer?

The tree does not fear the pavement's influence, for she knows her God. She has no need to strike it; slowly it will be converted.

The new leaves stretch out to please you. The birds leap up in praise. You pick them up and carry them in your breath.