A Budding Paradox

Flower in the crannied wall

Flower in the crannied wall,

I pluck you out of the crannies,

I hold you here, root and all, in my hand,

Little flower--but if i could understand

What you aare, root and all, and all in all,

I should know what God and Man is.

--Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809-1892)

Always more questions than there are answers... that's living my life in the gray.