As the pulsar spins like a disco ball in the hall of existence new shoots grow and envelope a garden that is fresh and without weeds. The ground is soft and the excitement of the air can be breathed by all that believe in this pasture of overwhelming truth. Thus nature has a chance of success and joy in a house built for the living and a garden that is welcoming for all the souls that are not tainted by evil and hatred. Those that are must do the weeding and then the ultimate weeds will be occupied by a job that is soul destroying and without the excitement that the pure in heart experience for an eternity and then some. Thus the path is narrow and winding with many a side shoot but stay on track and you may find the garden, the question is, Are you a weed or are you a flower? The answer may not be black and white but neither are the majority of flowers in any case.