A Terrible Metaphor

I found myself downtown today on a break from my palliative care training at St. Paul's.

Wandering through the community garden at the corner of Davie and Burrard, I saw this bizarre planting of tulips and it struck me as a terrible metaphor.

Dripping with gorgeous, genetically engineered tulips need a hideous cage to prevent their collapse under the weight of the rain.

But one pokes its head free.