"Oh Ye a Son of Soil." As abundant as the raindrops that fall, this is a fragment of the abundance available to Baba and his people. He has watched all other tribes worry and woe over their spoils. Protecting them, guarding them, hoarding and storing. But this is no life for Baba. For he understood the secrets of the free. He knows the answers to the problems of lack. He knows the cries of a malnourished mind. He taught the children to manifest. He taught them of how their parents minds were their only hindrance. With a mouth sealed from past battles he works from mind only. He has made soldiers of power by multiplying their armour with thought alone. And now they all believe. And now they all see. And now they await what is set to occur.