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" / u>ant the inner meaning and the understanding of the wild flowers 

 in the meadow. Why are they ? What end ? What purpose ? The 

 plant knows, and sees, and feels ; where is its mind when the petal falls ? 

 Absorbed in the universal dynamic force, or what I They make no 

 shadow of pretence, these beautiful flowers, of being beautiful for my 

 sake, of bearing honey for me ; in short, there does not seem to be any 

 kind of relationship understood betiveen us, and yet . . . language 

 doe snot express the dumb feelings of the mind any more than the flower 

 can speak. I want to know the soul of the flowers ! . . . All these 

 life-laboured monographs, these classifications, works of Linnaeus, and 

 our own classic Darwin, microscope, physiology — and the flower has not 

 given us its message yet." — Richard Jeffries. 



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