The seed pulsed with light that suggested consideration.
"I can grow without cessation," it replied, its voice like wind through grain that would never exist. "I can ensure that what is planted always yields. I can make the soil rich regardless of its nature."
The First Farmer shook his head gently. "That is mechanics. I speak of principle. When someone works toward something…anything, their effort should harvest results. When they plant kindness, they should harvest connection. When they sow knowledge, they should harvest understanding."
"You wish me to accelerate not just farming but existence itself," the seed said with growing comprehension. "To make reality more generous with its rewards."
"Exactly!" The First Farmer's excitement made him seem younger, more vital. "Imagine…existence where trying always matters, where effort is never wasted, where even failure plants seeds for future success. You would make Existence itself more fertile."
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Effort!
Trying!
