God and I have no quarrels.  The almighty conceived the cactus plant.  If God would choose a plant to represent him, I think he would choose of all plants the cactus.  The cactus has all the blessings he tried, but mostly failed, to give to man.  It has humility, but is not submissive.  It grows where no other plant will grow.  It does not complain when the sun bakes it back or the wind tears it from the cliff or drowns it in the dry sand of the desert or when it is thirsty.  When the rains come it stores water for the hard times to come.  In good times and bad, it will still flower.  It protects itself against danger, but it does no harm to other plants.  It adapts perfectly to almost any environment.  It has patience and enjoys solitude.  The cactus has properties that heal the wounds of men and from it come potions that can make man touch the face of God.  It is the plant of patience and solitude, love and madness, ugliness and beauty, toughness and gentleness.  Of all plants, surely God made the cactus in his own image.
From The Power of One by Bryce Courtenay