A distressed ego seeks to sew seeds. Knowing of the great unknown, it struggles to make its self known to others, to have something of remembrance. With no great deeds done, it pursues a listener, an ear to share its wisdom's with, to be thought of as benevolent, to have done "good". Why struggle with such vanities you sorrowful soul. Deeds are deeds, true greatness is never measured by others, and conversation is of little value. Ones wisdom is another's folly. Sew these seeds in ones own garden, so there will always be plenty, whether another knows of them or not.
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