About now it would be good to take a psychic break from all this chaos and collapse rhetoric. There can be no greater cerebral palate cleanser than the soothing balm of mother nature. Hunter gatherers be hot darned, there is nothing so essential to the maintenance of humankind than horticulture. Let us plant a garden.
Farm people and other so called experts will recommend cultivating particular plants at specific times of year and they will blow a lot of humid air about things like soil types, irrigation, fertilizer and so on. Disregard this sophistry out of hand. The planet herself wants to produce food for us. Any efforts we make in this direction are sure to be rewarded. If we even hint at seeding and tilling, the good earth will rise to meet us. Bounteous nutrients will rain down upon our plates. The future is succulent.
It has even been verified that if one sows random objects like doilies and pea gravel and metal shavings or whatever, delicious produce will sprout up a week or two later. It doesn't matter how much seed you put down either. Three or four seeds can yield the necessary amount of plants, no matter what that would be. This is exactly like human reproduction where one conception can birth nine hundred or seven thousand infants. So get out your spade and watering can. When you see it, believe your eyes.
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The Penultimate Solution-A Call to Chaos
FantasyThe sure literary antidote to everything that bothers in the modern world, extending indefinitely into the future while also touching on all of human history-and some inhuman.
