text: There once was a man with a flower garden. There were all kinds of flowers, but he obsessed over one. The highlight of his achievement, the lone of its kind among many others. It was him. His life was to take care of the flower. Morning, noon, and night he looked after it. The plant grew tall at first, becoming the crown jewel of the scene. &#x200B; Upon one afternoon inspection of the flower, he noticed a brown spot on one of the petals. Hardly fretting, he poured some water onto the base of the plant and decided to check back after dinner. After a relaxing meal, the man came back outside at sundown to reinspect the flower. The brown spot remained. A bit miffed, the man grabbed some potting soil and stuffed it around the base of the plant, and then added some more water to the soil. The water splashed and trickled down the fresh pile of soil. &#x200B; Much to the man's dismay, the brown spot was still there in the morning. In fact, it seemed slightly larger than before. Or was that his imagination? Still, it needed fixed. He added more soil and doused an even larger helping of water onto the plant. After lunch, the spot remained unchanged. He stood over it pondering what to do, that brown spot stubbornly remaining on the petal of the flower. Hours he stood over it, pondering about how to fix his once perfect plant. A plan came to mind. &#x200B; After dinner, he took a shovel to the dirt around the plant and uprooted the flower. He moved the entire thing to the highest point in the garden, gave it a fresh pile of potting soil, and brought the hose out to water the flower. The ground now seeped through the ground around the plant, making a muddy slosh around it. Satisfied he had solved the problem, the man went to bed. &#x200B; Morning came soon enough and he jumped out of bed to inspect the flower. It was even worse than before! An entire section of the plant had turned to that dastardly shade of brown. The top of the plant began to droop over and wilt. Incensed at this development, he uprooted the plant again to find a new location for the plant. What to his great surprise when he saw the roots rotting and covered in slime! He grabbed the hose, laid his thumb over part of the nozzle, and pressure sprayed the roots to rid his prized flower of the slime. After much spraying, he laid down fresh soil in a new location, and planted his beleaguered flower. One last time, he grabbed the hose and doused it until the entire area was a muddy lake. &#x200B; He tried not to think about it all day. The anticipation was turning his insides, but the pain of seeing the flower in such sorry shape kept him from making further inspections that day. He went to bed hoping for the best. What he saw the next morning was death. The once beautiful flower had rotten to the core. The once vibrant crown jewel of his garden now lay dead, brown and toppled like a fallen statue. Wondering what he did to deserve such sorrow, the man looked upon the rest of his garden with despair. Nothing in his eyes could ever measure up again.