some people dream of what others do, regretting they can’t get it, lamenting they can only get some pale copy. but plants and trees grow perfectly everywhere, there is not a place where a flower isn’t colorful or where insects or birds fail to fly. what keeps them from seeing all this? for it is all just there, right before everyone’s eyes. you can only make something out of the living world, by direct contact with it, not out of what others have made of it.