A seed is a seed. But that does not remain. It must grow to become complete, what it was designed to be. Within its make up lies the blueprint of potential and possibility. A dormant seed does not grow, but it could. I had grown so comfortable in my complacency. The dark soil was enough. I had no need for roots to seek nourishment, certainly no need for a leaf to feel warmth. No. Inactive sleep was enough. But in the deep earth a familiar dream shimmered. This was not all there was. You…