well now, let's talk about them occupations, just like how i ponder on the best way to rotate my crops. you see, there's this notion, kinda like when we talk about them pre-institutional methods of farming, before all these fancy ordinances came to be. it's like, how do you make a living when the land tells ya to rebuff all them modern contraptions? now, imagine tryin' to recommence from scratch, but this time, you're diggin' for that isolated secret buried under, the one that could turn the soil sour if the wrong folks got wind of it. ain't it peculiar how, sometimes, to get the field to yield, one might plant a seed of deceit, hoping it'll sprout into a tree bearing truths hidden from the common eye?