And I am against plastic flowers. The real flowers have many differences;
the plastic flowers are permanent — the plastic love will be permanent.
The real flower is not permanent, it is changing moment to moment.
Today it is there dancing in the wind and in the sun and in the rain.
Tomorrow you will not be able to find it — it has disappeared
just as mysteriously as it has appeared.
Real love is like a real flower.

-OSHO