An environmental setting developed over millions of years must be considered to have some merit. Anything so complicated as a planet, inhabited by more than a million and a half species of plants and animals, all of them living together in a more or less balanced equilibrium in which they continually use and reuse the same molecules of the soil and air, cannot be improved by aimless and uninformed tinkering.
My fake plants died because I did not pretend to water them.
The creation of a thousand forests is in one acorn.
The violets in the mountains have broken the rocks.
Who loves a garden loves a greenhouse too.
God sleeps in the minerals, awakens in plants, walks in animals, and thinks in man.
How strange and wonderful is our home, our earth, with its swirling vaporous atmosphere, its flowing and frozen liquids, its trembling plants, its creeping, crawling, climbing creatures, the croaking things with wings that hang on rocks and soar through the fog, the furry grass, the scaly seas.