On approaching utopias in good faith.
My parents always grew corn and it was the garden highlight of the summer. One summer we went away for the entire summer. My father spread corncobs on the whole garden for it to remain fallow for the summer. However when we got home the entire garden was one big patch of field corn...with one exception: my brother had planted some sunflower seeds at the very end. Towering over the corn field was a row of sunflowers.