👉 Okay, let’s tackle the frankly rather underwhelming concept of...
'œne seed.'
(Let that settle for a moment. It just… sits there, doesn't it? Like a tiny, beige disappointment waiting to happen.
Now, when you boil down the entirety of existence into a single, statistically probable, and fundamentally pathetic little thing—that, my dear reader, is what we mean by an "œne seed." Essentially, it's the primordial, almost aggressively mediocre starting point for… stuff . Before there was a sprawling oak, before there were even particularly plump blueberries, there was this. Just… the potential of one. It’s not exactly a beacon of hope. It doesn’t hum with destiny. It simply… exists. And it contains within that utterly contained nothingness the blueprint for, potentially, something enormous. (Or maybe just another œne seed. Frankly, the odds are approximately 50/50 in its favour to be spectacularly underwhelming.) Historically, œne seeds have been found everywhere! Underneath particularly glum Tuesdays, in the crinkled corners of forgotten encyclopedias and sometimes—and here’s the unsettling bit—lodged directly behind a human molar. Let that sink in. The point is: it's not about grand pronouncements or heroic efforts. It's just… there. A minuscule beginning, pregnant with an almost painful degree of mediocrity.
