When the Artemis crew returned from space, they were asked to give some advice. Their response after seeing the vast expanse of Earth?

Stop and look at a flower. Really look at it.

This resonated deeply with me; I feel compelled to wonder at the delicate petals and shocking colors of flowers. Is appreciation for a small flower an act of resistance in the age of AI and a world teetering on the brink of environmental disaster? Like the Little Prince, can we care for a singular rose and revel in the beauty in front of us?