Facebook. Where people I have never met can be my friend.
One of these friends posted the following:
Every blade of grass has its angel that bends over it and whispers, "Grow, grow."The Talmud
My first thought was "How do they avoid getting chopped up by lawnmowers?"
I did manage to force myself not to post that question in reply. I had to post it here to relieve the pressure, though.