I once read somewhere that its unfolding petals suggest the expansion of the soul as well as the growth of its pure beauty from the mud of its origin holds a benign spiritual promise. Then I set myself to believe and follow the life cycle of this foreign organism to see the right example of divine beauty. I know I’m far from it, but something so small was never something I thought to be my any sense of motivation. I don’t know what I’m doing, and I don’t know where I’m going and honestly I don’t want to get ahead of myself but one thing I do want is to believe. I want to believe! I do, and well you can’t dream if you don’t believe!