"I saw a delicate flower that had grown up two feet high, between the horses' path and the wheeltrack.  An inch more to right or left would have sealed its fate, or an inch higher.  Yet it lived to flourish as much as if it had a thousand acres of untrodden space around it, and never knew the danger it incurred.  It did not borrow trouble, nor invite an evil fate by apprehending it."

~Henry David Thoreau