We are a living race and we live on a living planet, not a dead and sterile world. Ours is the only place in the universe as we know it, where hope, love, kindness and decency were allowed to flourish. We must keep that in mind in the face of forces that would deny us that glory to be what we know we can be. Make no mistake: without harnessing living things we are no better than a lifeless moon, circling inside a dead universe.
The smelly surface of any one of our ponds, covered in the scum of living matter, is more precious than any base metal or paper fortune. That pond breathes life more abundant than a boardroom full of schemers.
My daughter plants seeds, and soon sweet basil will grow in a small plot of land. My son plants ideas, as a teacher, and there too they will grow in a fertile garden. Our crops are what we plant and no one else can do it better. My wife pulls weeds, protecting what our children push into the living soil of our only living planet.
So as you look, big and small, rich and poor, be sure to plant; for that is the only thing worth leaving behind when all else has moved on.
