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If a farmer wants to grow corn, then it only stands to reason that he plants corn in his field. If he wants wheat, then he plants wheat. We are our own farmers and what we plant largely depends on the seeds that we put into the soil. If we plant fear, fear will grow. If we plant love, love will grow. It is up to us to be our own scarecrow to frighten away those preying birds that wish to devour our seeds and leave us barren. We must stand on guard and protect our field. We want to make sure our harvest is bountiful and something that we want and can enjoy, one that we want to share with all those in the universe around us.