"The rose grows thorns so that it can be looked upon but not touched. Yet we who deem ourselves worthy approach it and give what we feel are gentle caresses of love and wonder; we dethorn it and give it chemicals to stave off intruders we are jealous of, and transplant and grow it, and use it to show our own purposes. Though all the while the rose cries silent and dreams of a garden filled with the fragrance and blossoms of its own kin."