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Yes, maybe you know nothing when you are born, and you live off vegetables. When you grow up you realise you were part of a nomadic group's babyboom era dùe to favourable climate conditions, and now your group has to travel further to gather enough to feed the clan. During your travels you have observed that the plants you eat have flowers which grow into the seed pods you consume, and one day whilst sitting under a tree by the burbling brook (god it was nice before industrialisation ) you notice a small green shoot comes out of the ground and pull it out and notice it came out of a seed you usually eat, so you put a handful of seeds on the moist sand and cover them and wait and watch ( no kiddo, it takes longer than that duh ) . You get bored and catch up with the clan and forget about your experiment in instant bean shoots. Latter that spring your clan returns to the burbling brook and you notice that a whols bunch of the seeds you "planted" have grown into edible plants. You jump up and down, grunt and shriek to get attention, use simple demonstration to the members of the clan about your "experiment", and you all start planting seeds and clearing areas to make room for more. You volunteer to stay behind and watch the seeds while the rest of the clan travel on. Later that year, they return and find you have made a small leafy shack and accumulated piles of seed to last your clan a whole year. No more nomadic existence, the whole clan builds shacks and sit around thinking about how to not be bored. You come up with rubbing two sticks together to make fire. BRILLIANT. You are made chief, not in any hierarchical manner, more as a gesture of grateful appreciation. But you start to feel "sad". Sure, safety and security is nice, but you pine for the adventure of freedom and wandering within nature. The girl you've been hanging out with gives birth to a baby girl, and this dispells your boredom and sadness, and you are grateful for the safety the small village your ideas created offers to Sprout, your little daughter. You have no more fear of the horrors of bear and lion attack carrying off the screaming children never to be seen again. Maybe life will be more enjoyable, creating entertaining plays in the theatre salon you are designing, where the clever individualists in your tribe gather and dream up wonderful creations to make life more fun in the humungous creative nothing.