The flowers are very much alive, they all carry energy, it goes far beyond aesthetics, far beyond “pretty“. Pretty is not a word that requires deep feeling. Pretty is more delight than impact. It is in the presence of deep feeling that you know you’re in the presence of some other kind of beauty, of which there are many, not all good. Nature is as beautiful as she is brutal and pretty seems to be the currency for many- stripping her of her power, force, and range, reducing her to commodity, reducing her and in the process us, to an algorithm that cannot perceive of or process the energy a single flower contains