I have a little flower pot at my window. I was watching it for sometime and this monologue followed.. (unedited, non-embellished version)
A. What is it doing there?
B. You put it there.. silly!
A. Do you think it is beautiful?
B. Of course.
A. Is it happy?
B. It’s a plant.. it must be.. it gets its stock.. it must be happy.. it is.
A. But I put it there, should not I worry about it? Its happiness?
B. It’s a plant!! Who do you think you are? Its God?
A. Does my God think so too?
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Calvin and Hobbes have had quite a few conversations on this line too.
You sound like "the little prince" from the book!
Your god gave you an encephalon which with its famed medula oblongata is quite capable of helping you decide what is best for you and also for that little plant of yours, devoid of a brain, to which you are GOD :) And believe me, you put all that grey matter to great use.
mel: are you callinng me a kid? or a stuffed tiger? either way, oh thank you, thank you.. *jumping around*
liquidsunshine: :) huh?
green: i noticed that.
jax: which book?
hoh: yes, yes..
liquidsunshine: ah, got the tag.. me, dumb.
The first thing that struck me after reading this was Calvin... damn.. melchizedek beat me to it!!! :(
bute yeah... lost it is it!!! lol!!!
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