how all the complex things strive for simplicity, and the simple cannot be called primitive

looking into the quiet white night full of fragrances, looking at the wild-roses, i think. i think of plants. and i think in rhetorical questions. the worshippers of progress write in their books that plants are primitive. they do not move, and they do not talk, or do any of the things the ‘sophisticated’ or […]

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