Runner beans

Did you ever do that experiment at school? The one where you grow the runner bean in a glass with wet cotton wall. After a few days a shoot would appear. The shoot would always grow "towards the sun" so if you turned the runner bean over, and the shoot was facing downwards, the shoot would grow around the seed, and back upwards again. And you could keep turning it, and it would spiral, but would always grow in whichever direction the sun was.

The vast majority of plants grow towards the sun. In fact I think they all do. Generally plants start underground and work their way up above ground. I suppose, so plants the sun, which gives them energy is their God. It's always like they are striving to reach it. To be noticed. To get there first.

We are of course all stars. I think we forget that. Does a plant ever think about it? Ever think what the meaning of life is? I think the life of a plant would be far more difficult than we imagine. Just like we can't choose our relations, they will always be related whether we want them to be or not, a plant generally doesn't get a say in where it is going to grow. It all depends on the planting of the seed. A plant doesn't have freedom to roam, it can't walk around and look for shelter or for food if there is non left in the soil. It has to hope that it will rain before long to give it much needed energy.

Having said that, I am unsure as to whether a plant thinks, it might do. I don't know if plants communicate, they might not have to deal with a whole lot of rubbish from other plants trying to steal their patch of land. I'm not a plant, I don't know how it feels to be a plant. To be grown to look pretty, and then chopped up to be given as a present.

What I was initially thinking is that they grow towards the sun. And each plant is just as beautiful as the next. We can appreciate plants, lots of different looking, shapes, sizes and colours...but yet, we can't appreciate the person sitting next to us because they are different. A plant is still a plant, a person is still a person.

No matter what each individual believes they have a right to believe that. They have the right to have feelings and fears and hopes about things. They have a right to be treated with as much respect as the next person. We all receive energy from ultimately the same place, and we all started off in the same way. We all started from a little bit of star dust.

We are all unique, while at the same time not. We are all different but also the same. We are collectively the human race, so why can't we all be humane? Why do we have to point out faults, bit moan and hate? Maybe plants do it? Nobody knows, but generally it doesn't seem that way. I jsut wish to know why we can't appreciate others the same way as we appreciate pretty things.