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"How to grow strong, true and old."

The first thing it did, the old tree, was to grow in a discarded space within the chicken cage.

This was a brilliant stroke of determination, leaving it ignored to do as it would.

The second thing it did to shrug-away any attention: produce awful fruits.

In producing unusable fruits, the tree was then ignored and left to its own devices, rather than tended with old common sense remedies or ever pruned.

All this went well, and the tree was ignored by the humans, but loved by the caterpillars and the squirrels.

Eventually, the tree grow beyond, somewhat, the chicken cage, and casted a beneficial area of shade next to the garden.

Grandfather, sitting on an old metal folding chair, resting from the morning's tending of the garden, enjoying the previously ignored tree.  And that was the pay-off, that it just came up ignored, untended, unwatched, and was simply allowed by the grace of God to happen.

Such is the way, the one who is useless to the workset, and broken to the healthset, is cared for.  Being in such a way, is useless for purposes that wear the down the machinery of the body, so such grows fat, grows natural, eats well and stays at rest.

What did Newton say?  A body at rest stays at rest, such that metallic caster wheels are now on SSI.

His father said, "be the best, my boy: the brightest."  And he accidentally sawed his fingers off in 2007, sawing heatedly at a violin, a fiddle, as it were, and finally, at long last, the devil was put off stealing little Johnny's soul in a Georgia barnyard.  Johnny would go on to re-arrange boxes in a Decatur warehouse, everyday, section to section, unit to unit, slot to slot, juicing the pallet truck battery, then wearing it down before having to juice it up again, beeping his horn at the corners of the shelving, his mail man caution light on the top of his unit, itself whirling and glowing like a lunatic in the staid and otherwise quiet warehouse.