I like to think that at one time in its long development the entire surface of the earth looked like this. Both the ground and the sky are well beyond our view. No pathways, no sunrise or sunset, just ferocious growth. And then I like to think that something developed, how I have no idea, that ate and ate and ate such things, clearing vast stretches of ground and giving us, or them, sunrise and sunset for the very first time. This is a fantasy based on absolutely nothing but this revealed complexity. We are looking at the interior of a very large jade plant treated though the years with absolute neglect. A dumpster is pushed up against it and removed for a few minutes at weekly intervals. The plant seems merely to have adjusted to that indignity, grown this way and that to find the light and to survive. And survive it did. But with no help from us.