I own treasures that any man would desire, but surely the most amazing and precious thing is myself, the man who owns all of these treasures. If anyone can bring me a great and beautiful prize that I will love more than I love myself, then I will give this person everything that I own, and pass my great wealth on to them. Said the rich man. The farmer opened his hand, and in the middle was a small seed. It is not the seed, my lord, said the farmer, but rather it is what the seed becomes. And what is that?