A flower is enough

Flowers bring immeasurable value, immeasurable value is more than any value we can measure. Our world without flowers would be a prison cell, no color, no fragrance, no beauty. Is that what we still call life?

So flowers are the essential puzzle in the tapestry of life, objectively and symbolically. Yet we pass them by, remarking only their absence. They’re humble servants of our senses: delicate, noble. You can caress a soul with a flower and express more than any word.

Flowers are our middle fingers to the materialist pigs.

They produce nothing. They generate no profit. They serve no function in the quarterly report. And yet, a red rose given to the loved one says more than the most exquisite poetry can tell. A white flower of remembrance reaches even the dead.

In a civilization that demands everything justify its existence with metrics, flowers exist as pure defiance. They are beautiful. That is enough. That will always be enough.