I am at BookPeople right now, sitting in their cafe.
I signed all the stock, if any of you Austin-area folks want to score a signed copy of LAST DRAGON…
It is often assumed that plants view the world the same way we do, spreading limbs up into the sky.
Yet, I propose that plants do not view the world this way. They are inward-looking creatures that require a stable root structure to survive. In fact, the roots are almost more important than the limbs. The roots must seek water and food in the twisting, difficult ground. The stuff above the ground is merely sexual organs and suntanning.
Trees, I suspect, see our up as their down, and our down as their up. Everything above the ground is like the inner workings of a man’s intestines, and of no interest to them in the slightest. They are too busy mining for their supper, and their water, and they would never speak of anything as shameful as their flowering. It is beneath them, totally.
Harrumph, say the trees, and leave me alone. Do not speak of such shameful things, Mr. Worm. I do not concern myself with what happens on the other side of the ground.