What can one plant do? Is it only an empty gesture of defiance? What is wrong with empty gestures of defiance? Can an empty gesture of defiance transcend its emptiness and actually become heroic? At what point does the heroic become the merely stupid?
These are tough questions to ask oneself at 11 in the night. If I were a plant in a pot, these are broadly the thoughts that would preoccupy me. I am only guessing, naturally. One can only make intelligent guesses regarding the secret thoughts of potted plants.
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