Moss has no roots, no hurry, and no complaints. It arrived on land some four hundred million years ago, looked around, and decided the rocks were fine, actually.

While the rest of the plant kingdom raced upward into trees, moss stayed close to the ground and perfected the art of waiting. It can dry out almost completely, pause its whole life like a bookmark, and resume the moment rain returns.

Moss doesn’t survive the drought. It simply declines to participate in it.

In Japan there are gardens where people travel hours just to look at moss being moss. Nobody films it. Nothing happens. That is the entire attraction, and it is enough.