A man was hired to sow a field he would never harvest. He asked what the seeds were. They said it does not matter. He asked when the crop would grow. They said not in your lifetime. He asked who would eat it. They said no one. It is not food. He sowed the field anyway because the pay was good and the morning was cool and the work felt like the kind of work his hands were built for. Thirty years later a forest stood where the field had been and people came from distant countries to sit in its shade and none of them knew it had been planted on purpose.