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While you ponder this, enjoy a poem:
Flower in the Crannied Wall (1868)
by Alfred Lord Tennyson
Flower in the crannied wall,
I pluck you out the crannies,
I hold you here, root and all, in my hand,
Little flower – but if I could understand
What you are, root and all, and all in all,
I should know what God and man is.