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A sentence from "The Book of Awakening" by Mark Nepo

So, this evening, while heroically tackling a sink full of dishes — speaker on, pretending I’m listening to one of my “favorite” podcasts (okay fine, it was a completely random one) — I suddenly hear this sentence:

“The flower doesn’t dream of the bee; it blossoms, and the bee comes.”

 And WHOOSH — my brain took that personally. 😄
 
Here’s what it spiraled into:
 
Who said a flower doesn’t dream?
Maybe it’s out there fantasizing about that one flaky bee finally showing up —
so it forces itself to bloom like,
“Fine, let me look presentable just in case.”
 
And the flowers that never bloom?
Oh, they’re probably sulking in the corner,
mourning their tragic fate of never getting a single bee’s attention.
 
Or maybe — plot twist —
a flower blooms purely for itself,
only to get annoyed when a bee barges in uninvited
to slurp its nectar like it owns the place.
 
Or, better yet, maybe the poor thing never wanted to bloom at all
and only did it because all the other flowers were doing it —
classic botanical peer pressure."
 
At that peak philosophical meltdown, I was scrubbing one of my stubborn, greasy cooker lid uh, "Wait…shoot… back to the flower!"
 
Where was I?
Oh right, I'm pretty sure a cooker… sorry, a flower…
doesn't have a brain, CNS, or the neurons to process ANY of this information (okay, any of this nonsense).
 
BUT they do respond intelligently to their environment.
And naturally, that tiny thought derailed me into a 45-minute exploration of how flowers actually behave.
 
Fascinating stuff — flowers look intelligent because evolution has programmed them to behave in ways that help them survive,
but nope, no thoughts, no feelings, no emotional crises.
Honestly? Love that for them.
 
Oh yes, at this juncture, my dishes are in my dishwasher.
 
Okay bye! :)

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