Can I convince you how miraculously cool seeds are? They are a tiny packet of genetic information, for nothing more than some warmth, light (usually), and some water, will unfurl in time and produce a plant that will net you so much food in volume, that your return on investment would be astronomical.
The appropriation of seeds raises a profound challenge to farmers and, really, everyone, because we all have to eat.
Commoners in medieval Europe variously employed boundary beating as physical mapping of space, territorial defense, and performative acts of community, collective memory, and shared responsibility.
Nothing is duller than a prepackaged seed packet. What started in January with the hopeful perusal of vegetable catalogs ends in February with the arrival of parsimonious clutches of lonely seeds, each variety sprinkled into the bottom of a small envelope. Like the childhood prize in a box of Cracker Jacks, the reward is always less than one had hoped for.