These trees are but twenty feet tall. I am old and my heart aches. For I cannot hope to see the joy and pleasure the incarnation of my vision when all will see it and love it as I do, now. Perfection is reachable in stages, but never quite reached. Like the garden, this web is evolving .
Some areas are sure to grow .
Just as others are sure to wither on the stem. Yet, from the decay of the compost heap, new life emerges. The caretaker gets the desired bloom in the end . Lest these words be mistaken for gobbledy-gook, they illustrate four of the change theories outlined elsewhere for examination. The fifth theory, revolution, is illustrated by the description of The Crossroads Colony .