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“How did these organs of plant sex manage to get themselves cross-wired with human ideas of value and status and Eros? And what might our ancient attraction for flowers have to teach us about the deeper mysteries of beauty - what one poet has called "this grace wholly gratuitous"? Is that what it is? Or does beauty have a purpose? (64)”

Quote by Michael Pollan

Book:The Botany of Desire: A Plant's-Eye View of the World
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The Botany of Desire: A Plant's-Eye View of the World

Michael Pollan's The Botany of Desire is a thought-provoking examination of the intricate relationships between humans and plants. The author uses a plant's-eye view to explore the evolution of human desires and how these desires have shaped the development of agriculture, culture, and society. The book examines the apple, tulip, potato, and cannabis, revealing the deep connections between these plants and the human experience. more

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Michael Pollan
Michael Pollan

Michael Pollan is an American author renowned for his insightful views on food, agriculture, and culture. His work explores the impact of the modern food industry on health, the environment, and society, as well as the necessity of sustainable food systems. more

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