It`s like you asked me about the depression thing: you grope towards an understanding of whatever it is your going through, and it`s not personal, there are forces in play around you, and you seek to understand them and that way you can go on.
- Bob GeldofPlants are the young of the world, vessels of health and vigor; but they grope ever upward towards consciousness; the trees are imperfect men, and seem to bemoan their imprisonment, rooted in the ground.
- Ralph Waldo Emerson