The nuturing of a seed it is the most complicated task i know. I can water it,love it embrace it, hold it, stare at it, and imagine what it will be like when it is grown. However i will never know. I find myself second and third guessing things like "Am i doing a good job" , or do I yell to much. Can they tell that I'am full of bullXXXX and figuring it out as i go . Yeah it is hard to love like this unconditionally. The heart swells and becomes to dominate my body with the fear of them not being here. I love my seeds to death, I will walk through fire, fight mike tyson. Climb the highest skyscraper whatever it takes just to ensure thier safety. Some of our young brothers state that they will "ride or die" for this or that. Well i will ride or die for my seeds!!!