How has modern man become so callous to the barrage of information that confronts him everyday? My eyes grow sore, attempting in vain to ignore that flashing content. But I feel there is no escape.

An awareness is coming over me that man is changing. That humankind is becoming somehow less (or more?) than human. In our need for experience, our undying lust for the extreme, we are pushing away from that which is humanity. Becoming somehow more abstracted, less concrete, than we had previously been.

This morning, while watching a parade welcoming of the Year of the Boar , I felt the world around me moving, a vast shifting form of brilliance and pain. I wondered then how much more the heart of man can take.



Today I had a conversation with a 70 plus year old man who does not believe in giving flowers, for Valentine’s or any other occasion. I tried to convince him that he should get his wife some roses but he said “No, she understands.”

I myself buy flowers for people, though I think that they are silly (at best). But what is it that women like so much about getting flowers? Even beyond the commercialization of flowers, holidays, etc women have always (it seems) loved getting flowers. Shakespeare wrote of the power of flowers over women in several plays and over a dozen sonnets. Long before FTD and Hallmark flowers were a way of showing love and appreciation for a spouse or paramour.

But why?

Why do flowers mean so much to women? The smell, the color, even the texture of the petals remind us of a woman’s body, of the curves and the scents we associate with womanhood. There are even plants that make estrogen almost identical to a human female’s hormones.

Are flowering plants and women somehow organically linked?