28) There is a leafy plant here. Its fresh shoots are coiled to a point. About it, elements belonging to the same roots, unfurl in a typical solar array. Plants love the sun. Nothing new. But a new shoot, coiled to a point, when feasted upon by snails and other rasping toothed bugs from the outermost curl in, will then present a series of holes across itself, like a child's snipped snowflake or linked paper dolls. In this case the creation is a hole. I call this plant 'memory plant'.
I rack my brain and all I find are holes. So does the world teach me.