THE PLANTED SEED

When the cold of winter has begun its hibernation in the clouds behind the far reaches of the midnight sun and the warmth and wetness of spring have rejuvenated the land, a healthy seed is planted with loving green thumb hand.

Wrapped in the gentle womb of Mother Earth, the seed takes root and grows. And whether it's a flower, tree or vegetable, before long it emerges in shape and form true to its heritage,

But if the seed is planted improperly in land unsuited to its demands it will die before it is born. Or it will sprout roots which are feeble and branches, stem or stalk that do not do justice to the glorious history of its agricultural ancestry.

So, too, is the seed of man implanted in woman. It may grow in its allotted time to be a human with roots of legs and feet which will walk the face of Earth, branches of arms and a lofty peak of eyes that see and ears that hear, nostrils that breathe in the sweetness of life, a head whose mind records and transmits this to the bodily whole.

The product of a misplaced seed implanted by man into woman may sprout into a full-grown, fully developed, undetectable perfect specimen of humanity, guided and controlled by a misshapen mind and misdirected mentality. There is not a plant, vegetable or plant, tree or bush or honeybee, or any other variety of nature's family than can be ruled by this intricate, compact mass that runs effectively by nature's natural electricity

While every part of the whole, body and soul, can respond and function at every junction normally, a monster of mankind may live within, resigned and confined to insanity.