It is not inconsistent to offer any growing thing you soon can replace, to cure suffering.

Get that idea out of your head! You said you could worship at the shrine of the pokeberry bed, you feel holier before the arrowhead lilies, your face takes on an appearance of reverence when you see pink mallow blooms.

Which of them would you have hesitated a second in uprooting if you could have offered it to subdue fever or pain in the body of the little mother you loved ?" "Oh I see!" cried the Girl.

"Like everything else you make this different.

You worship all this beauty and grace, wrought by your hands, but you carry your treasure to the market place for the good of suffering humanity.