A seed is such a miraculous thing, it can sit on a shelf forever.
But how it knows what to do when it's stuck in the ground, is what makes it so clever.
It draws nutrients from the soil through its roots, and draws its force from the sun.
It puts forth a whole lot of blossoms and fruit, then reseeds itself when it is done.
Who programmed the seed to know just what to do?
And who put the sun in the sky?
And who put the food in the dirt for the roots?
And who makes the water fall from above, to refresh and make everything pure?
Perhaps all of this is a product of love.
And perhaps it happend by choice.
Yeah, sure.
---Philosopher in "B.C." comic strip by Johnny Hart