The Tower was more than a structure, just as a farm was more than a patch of dirt. A farm was also its crop and livestock, and the sustenance they provided to the women and men who devoted their lives to them. A farm was the children who grew there, the happiness they inspired, the music they made, the traditions they learned. A farm was the love of the land and a keen regard for the stellar bodies that wheeled through the heavens, shepherding in seasons of birth, growth, death, and rebirth. The Tower was not a structure; it was a farm.
