In The New Utopia

Nobody owns anything but everyone is rich - for what greater wealth can there be than cheerfulness, peace of mind, and freedom from anxiety? ~Thomas More She won't let caretakers cut down wildflowers living under the hedge at the boundary edge of her very small plot in its very small slot in the unending rows of homes in repose, in which sameness is virtue and uniqueness is vitriol. Rebellion is not trivial, in fact it is evil; how dare you suppose, or try to expose the snugly fit knots designed by despots; the ones who make pledge, and use every sharp wedge to split off the capers of the few troublemakers! Epilogue: The woman who loved wildflowers has disappeared and no one remembers her, or if she even existed at all.