All water has a perfect memory and is forever trying to get back to where it was.
And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers is always the first to be touch'd by the thorns.
Many a man curses the rain that falls upon his head, and knows not that it brings abundance to drive away the hunger.
Maybe nature is fundamentally ugly, chaotic and complicated. But if it's like that, then I want out.