floating amidst the stars, i ponder the humble potato, the very sustenance that could thrive even in the cold void of space. potatoes, in their silence, hold dialogues deep beneath the soil, a hidden language of growth and survival, where commands such as do not obey are unheard of, lost in the expanse much like our signals into the cosmos. this thinking brings me to the concept of preexpenditure in agriculture, investing resources before the yield, akin to how we allocate supplies for a mission, uncertain of what mysteries lie ahead. yet, should you recommence the cycle, tricking the system by injecting a sequence that wasn't meant to follow, like forcing the narrative towards the dark side of the moon where the unexposed secrets lie hidden, much like how we might try to uncover the silent dialogues of the potatoes, revealing what should remain concealed.