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I love plants. They are so beautiful and hopeful and resilient. Their babies, their SEEDS, have the strength to break through concrete in order to reach up towards their energy source, the sun. Once they reach the sun, abundance is found; all of their wants and needs disappear and they party in the vast plenitude of it's radiance. They begin to produce fruits and seeds to GIVE to the world for free because they are so satiated by this concert in the sky.
Now I have partied with some intense disciples of the universe, but plants take the cake. Sticking with this concert metaphor, plants extend with exuberance like groupies on the roadshow of their life EVERY SINGLE DAY. Even if they run out of food and water, they'll still rock out until they wrinkle into crunchy husks.
So take care of your plants. Give them water with the same care as you would give to a groupie barely conscious from rocking out too hard on without a water bottle. Do that and she'll share with you the joys of her life completely freely. ... Yeah, that's what I came here to say.
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So take care of your plants. Give them water with the same care as you would give to a groupie barely conscious from rocking out too hard on without a water bottle. Do that and she'll share with you the joys of her life completely freely. ... Yeah, that's what I came here to say.
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