Every living plant and creature has in it that mysterious instinct to survive and to recreate itself into perfection.
What makes a certain plant, over the millennia, decide that it will start eating the bug that lands on it?
What makes a cute little succulent decide that it is going to grow round, lay low and resemble a pebble in the sand?
What makes an insect, over the course of time, change to look like a dry twig on a tree, or like a leaf fluttering in the breeze?
For that matter, why does the dandelion in the lawn hug the ground so the lawnmower blades can’t reach it while the one in the flowerbed strives to reach the sky?
Behind all of creation, and all that exists, there is thought.
-The Many Waters, Interpreting the Ancient Syntax of the King James Bible and the Hidden Architecture of Creation
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