Man wakes. Man plants his feet firmly on the ground. Man Stretches. Man Yawns. Man walks lazily to open the window and allow the sun access to his inner home. Man then is compelled to leave his comfort. Leave his coffee. He is compelled to begin the work before him. Man traverses his property to tread upon the prepared earth. Man plunges his calloused paw into a worn satchel of seed. He broadcasts the potential crop onto the land. Joy fills the man. He reclines against a tree; closes his eyes and breaths his last breath. In the physical he departs. In the spiritual he arrives.
The rains come. The sun shines. The crop grows. Fruit has come forth for consumption. Seed has come forth to be redistributed.
I am compelled.
