I have a garden, it is right outside of my house. It is huge, probably 200 acres, and covered in towering trees, lush foliage, and beautiful flora with a little creek running through it. My garden is not just something to look at, it actually supports a riot of life. Deer, possums, raccoons, beaver, skunks, and woodchucks all call it home and thrive there. The great thing about my garden is that I can enjoy it every day and I never have to lift a finger. This is the arrogance of gardeners. They take life, force into a pot of small plot of land, kill everything they don't find desirable, keep the animals from utilizing it, provide the things it needs to grow- like water and fertilizer- because they have stolen nature's ability to do it, and then brag about "their" prize zinnias and tomatoes. They have not created anything or made it better. In fact, they have lessened it. What they accomplish with their toil and their chemicals is a pale microcosm of what happens naturally on an enormous scale every day of every year without the intervention of a single human person. Someone bragging about the produce of their garden is like someone taking the wheels off of a Ferrari, nailing them to a board, and bragging about the car they created. So, gardeners, go dig and cultivate, plant and fertilize, water and weed, wear the skin off your hands and break you backs to accomplish nothing more than growing a small clump of a handful of plants. I shall go out on my deck and, without lifting a finger, enjoy the grandeur and glory of the handiwork that is the *true* garden.
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19 years ago