I cultivate morning glory at home, and the vines creep along some poles overhead. Every morning they gloriously flower but by noon with the afternoon sun, the flowers are dead.
I love the morning glory flower because it dies within a few hours of blooming. That makes them precious.
You wake up in the morning and when you see them you feel a sense of happiness. It makes me happy to see flowers so lovely displaying their beauty.
It reminds me that my love ones around me will die one day. That make them precious too.
It reminds me that the ones I hate will die, one day, too. That mitigates the hate.
It reminds me one day that I too will die, but like the morning glory, another will bloom and that makes my dying less of a terrible event.
I know I will die one day, but does a flower know that it is dying, soon? A flower dies. A man dies but a man knows what it is like to live, to love, to hate, to hunger, to want, to die.
why not, afterall flowers are living things!
wow... i can sense your melachonic feeling
this is melodramatic..
Originally posted by voice.00:why not, afterall flowers are living things!
hehehe... I see you belong to the "consciousness is separate from the physical" school of thought.
Do you think that all living things experience "What it is like to be it" (is conscious of), like a man knows "what it is like to be a man" (is conscious of what it is like to be a man)?
花谢花飞飞满天，红消香æ–有è°�怜?
As blossoms fade and fly across the sky, when it bloom and perfume departs, who will pity?