Prabhupāda: . . . that there is no brain behind this creation. How foolish they are.
Peter: Yes.
Prabhupāda: There is no brain in this artistic work. And how wonderfully, because it is automatically coming, artist. Anything you take, flower. So, without brain how this thing can happen? But these rascals, they do not understand. They say "nature." What is this nature? Nature is an instrument, but the brain is God. Just like you paint a flower with the brush. The brush is not the creator of that painting; you are creator. Similarly, it appears that it is happening naturally. Nature is only brush, but the brain is God.
Peter: Yet no two are the same, are they?
Prabhupāda: Eh.
Peter: They are not the same.
Prabhupāda: Yes. Varieties. Everything is variety. Everything is variety, full of varieties. We find the same species of rose, still, you'll find varieties. In human, twin brothers, you will find still varieties.
Peter: And in Goloka Vṛndāvana, are there still varieties? Are there still varieties in Vṛndāvana?
Prabhupāda: Vṛndāvana?
Śrutakīrti: Goloka Vṛndāvana, are there still varieties, he said.
Prabhupāda: Vṛndāvana?
Śrutakīrti: Goloka Vṛndāvana, are there still varieties, he said.
Prabhupāda: Oh, yes. There are varieties.