2022/8/16 #poetry I didn't make the flower. The plant grew the flower. I didn't make the plant. The plant grew itself. I did supply the plant with water and access to light but, you know, you could say it would have had those things if I hadn't separated it from them in the first place. You could say that I didn't make the light or pipe the water from its source. You could say that all I really did was exist in the space with it while it did its thing. I do feel something though. That I contributed. That the flower was a success for both of us. Is that a joke? I could see how if the particular plant was difficult to cultivate or unsuited to the local environment then there would be some challenges to overcome and that the flowering could be seen as some success on the part of the cultivator, but I'm not in that situation. What was my success really? If I just sit in a place and appreciate the things around me and appreciate my own presence would that be success? Have I overcome some challenge then? I know that if I've taken on that particular challenge during a 'spiritual journey', likely related to some eastern philosophy, I could easily have created the context for simple sitting and appreciating being a success. Maybe that's the point of those 'journeys'. If you can feel accomplished by just sitting there you're likely to be pretty satisfied most of the time.