God is a Crazy Farmer, And I Am His Plowman

My fields are vast, and yet small. My plot is so tiny, in fact, that you would think that it would be quite mangeable. But there, you would be wrong.

The climate and conditions my plot is set down in is ever changing. And if I take my eye off of it, or let my mind wander, it gets overrun with weeds. Or worse yet? It becomes dry, parched, and rock hard. [Read more...]