The flower

[bds]

My fellow discordians, I come before thee today with a message. But first, I must explain to you somewhat of a vision I had today; whilst mowing my lawn.

What I saw, in amongst the leaves and debris of a winter with no human attention, was a flower. Nothing special, just a flower. As I looked at this flower, with the lawnmower still rumbling in front of me, I pondered. I pondered its existence... Why was it there? Why my lawn? Why that spot? And I turned off the lawnmower, and pondered some more. I pondered how it got there. How did it get to be right in the middle of my lawn, all on its own, no other flowers around it? And I pondered: What was its purpose? A sign... But, if so, what did it signify? A message... If so, what message did it bear? And from whom was it sent to deliver such a message? I stood there for many minutes pondering these, and other questions, yet never getting any closer to the answers.

And then; I had somewhat of an epiphany, right there on my lawn. It struck me that perhaps I should stop questioning this vision of beauty. Perhaps it should be allowed merely to exist, with no purpose, no understanding, no way of even being there. And with that, I manoeuvred my lawnmower around the flower, and continued on my way. But, as I mowed, I kept glancing back at the flower. Small and insignificant though it was, some part of it enthralled and amazed me. I'm not sure how, or why, but this tiny thing of beauty, irrationally and irresponsibly alone on my lawn kept me staring and thinking for a long time.

This flower is still there now; and I can't help myself glancing out of the window every few minutes. Just to check on it. You see, I can't help but feel responsible for this little fella now.

But, anyway, on to my message: Find your flower. Don't look for it, but find it. It'll be in a place you don't expect, or maybe it'll be in plain sight. It might be a hobby, a person or a religion. It might be a new job, a new direction, or a new life. But, when you do find it, you'll know. And once you've found your flower, your impossible little thing of beauty, let it grow. Don't think about it, don't deliberate over every decision, just nurture it. Love it, and care for it. And maybe, just maybe, it'll turn into something even more beautiful.

[Honey]

Beautiful & awesome!  I like how you said this:

This flower is still there now; and I can't help myself glancing out of the window every few minutes. Just to check on it.

When I feel like I can't help myself, somehow compelled to do this or that, often without rhyme or reason ... I know I just might be on to something! 

[The Good Reverend Roger]

This flower is still there now; and I can't help myself glancing out of the window every few minutes. Just to check on it. You see, I can't help but feel responsible for this little fella now.

What

[bds]

This flower is still there now; and I can't help myself glancing out of the window every few minutes. Just to check on it. You see, I can't help but feel responsible for this little fella now.

What

What can I say? The little guy's cute. And I saved him from death by spinning metal blades

Also, thanks Honey.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

This flower is still there now; and I can't help myself glancing out of the window every few minutes. Just to check on it. You see, I can't help but feel responsible for this little fella now.

What

What can I say? The little guy's cute. And I saved him from death by spinning metal blades

Also, thanks Honey.

I fail to see how that makes you responsible for it.  I never understood that concept.

[Honey]

This flower is still there now; and I can't help myself glancing out of the window every few minutes. Just to check on it. You see, I can't help but feel responsible for this little fella now.

What

What can I say? The little guy's cute. And I saved him from death by spinning metal blades

Also, thanks Honey.

It made him think.

[bds]

Hrmm. It's not that i'm responsible for it, per se, I just like looking outta my window and seeing it there and I really don't want it to not be there.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Hrmm. It's not that i'm responsible for it, per se, I just like looking outta my window and seeing it there and I really don't want it to not be there.

Hmmm.

I've been thinking about this, and the only solution is to destroy the next-door neighbor's yard, before his flower-hating weeds can move in and extinguish your brave little fella.

You're either with the flower, or against the flower.

[Honey]

   See that?  TGGR delivers!  & saves the flower to boot!   

[bds]

It's true. I'm thinking about building a little wall around the guy. Just go keep him safe.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

  See that?  TGGR delivers!  & saves the flower to boot!   

We should, I dunno, put little signs on our trucks to support the flower.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

It's true. I'm thinking about building a little wall around the guy. Just go keep him safe.

Make sure to avenge each and every weed spore that gets over/around the wall.  Otherwise, the weeds will eat the flower.  If the weeds stop fighting, there's peace.  If the flower stops fighting, it dies.

Or words to that effect.

[bds]

It's true. I'm thinking about building a little wall around the guy. Just go keep him safe.

Make sure to avenge each and every weed spore that gets over/around the wall.  Otherwise, the weeds will eat the flower.  If the weeds stop fighting, there's peace.  If the flower stops fighting, it dies.

Or words to that effect.

THIS. Preparing the industrial strength weed killer now.

[P3nT4gR4m]

Jesus H Christ! I expect this kinda shit in my email box from people on facebook I hate, with a cutesy little "Forward this to 5 people you love and an angel will fart fairy magical dust on you" - message tagged on the end.


My advice - burn the fucking flower before it's too late

[whatc]

Feed it with blood?