The rice fields need my attention. I must farm enough rice for my master. I pick rice all day. I consume rice. I make paper out of rice. I sell rice. I buy rice. I barter rice. I farm rice. I smear myself with rice. I wear my rice hat to the rice fields. I sleep in my rice fields. I love in my rice fields. I was born in these rice fields and I will die here. These rice paddies are all that I own and they are all of my world. I study rice. I dream of rice. I drink rice wine. I steam the rice. I fry the rice. I season the rice. I use rice to treat illness. I sleep on bags of rice. I see rice when I look up from the ground. Rice surrounds me and now I can even hear the rice. I pray to rice. My family owns rice. My family is owned by rice. Our past was rice. Our future is rice. We dry the rice. We store the rice. Rice is a curse. Rice is a blessing. My nightmares are rice. I love to eat the rice. I only get to eat rice. My father wishes for me to marry the daughter of a rice farmer nearby. The marriage would result in more rice. I use rice as currency. My friends say my rice is of low quality. My rice breeds jealousy. My rice is known throughout the world. None can take my paddy fields from me. You may take my family but none shall ever lay so much as a finger on my rice. I tend to the sick rice. I uphold the rules of the paddy field. I wish I could make rice into fuel for my delicery truck. Rice is already my fuel. I google rice a lot. I want to learn more about rice. I sing about the rice. I write about the rice. I pray to the rice. I lend and borrow rice. I speak to my rice. I cry to my rice overlords. I make jokes with the rice just as respectfully as the way I hold it close during cold nights. My language is rice. I work hard to keep the rice safe. Bandits come to take my rice but I defend my paddy with my life. I want more rice. Rice is my diety. My first spoken word was rice. Rice cures cancer. I use rice as a spice. I use rice. Rice uses me. I smell of rice. I look like rice. Rice is beauty. I wonder if there is any scientific research to be done on rice. I sweat rice. I like my rice big. I like my rice small. I like my rice thin. I like my rice thick and squishy. What life is there beyond rice? I've never explored beyond my rice paddies. . . Is there a world without this nightmare of a blessing? Does everyone have rice? Do desert people eat rice? Nanban want to steal my rice. They want me to plant "wheat" or whatever heresy they enjoy. . . I shall hide inside my house of rice. I shall build walls of rice and moats of rice.