The princess daughter went back to the garden and found the gardener tending
the flowers. In rhythm, she said to him, “Friend, is there not one rose flower here that is
blue? Is it not you as friend who chose to insist on what is formidable but not impossible,
on what is opaque but not fake, on what is subjective enough to seem objective?”
Upon hearing, the gardener bearing his tools went and thereupon returned. He
learned of many things in life but none more having meaning than getting a wife. So he
knelt before the princess daughter and felt himself declare, “I have in my hand the rose
that you want. The one that you chose to understand.”
With these words of surprise, the gardener revealed to the daughter a simple
white rose. Yet he chose to show the flower to her in the light o
