In search of the roses May 24, 2006Posted by silentEcho in moron's Diary, Spiritual.
I was flipping through this book : The Mandala Of Sherlock Holmes written by Jamyang Norbu. He is probably an expert on Tibetan culture and stuff. I came across a footnote about a flower in the novel. It goes thus:
The only other reference I have uncovered of this unique plant is by Peter Goullart in Princes of the black bone, John Murray, 1959. Goullart mentions : ‘I was told by an eminent botanist that high up the slope of Minya Konkka, shooting through the snow, grew a remarkable primrose called Prima Glacialis, one of the rarest flowers in the world, discovered by a catholic priest. It rivalled the sky in the purity of its blue color and the delicacy of its contours…’
Minya Konkka : see the beautiful light show from behind the peak
Goullart ends the discussion with a question that has occupied me since then. He asks:
‘…Why did the most beautiful, most enchanting and delicate blossoms on the planet grow so high and under such impossibly hard conditions, braving frost, hail, landslides and cruel winds. Out of the reach of humanity? ‘
And after reading this footnote, I asked myself : Why indeed? Why the most beautiful flower had to brave such adversities in order to thrive? And was its beauty worth it even when there’s nobody around to see it?
I thought about it quite a bit. I do not have any concrete answer to this question except that I think here too the more difficult the hardship, the more glorious the achievement. But this I think is nowhere near what it actually is. There is more to it. And I have a feeling that this question has a beautiful answer. An answer potent enough to change an entire outlook. I am looking for it, in places, in people and in my mind. I am on my journey, in search of the roses.