Seeds

The seeds were planted invisibly in the darkness.  No one saw the hands, no one witnessed the footprints in the dust.  No one noticed the disturbance in the earth. 

The sun rose and set over the field.  Light, dark.  Eventually, the rains fell, soaking the earth, until the sun returned.  Then suddenly, they appeared, golden shoots through the soil.  Some of the plants grew strong and tall and bore fruit.  Others withered and died.  The villagers were no fools.  Someone had planted the seeds, although no one saw the identity of the farmer.  They knew that the plants grew from seeds although no one saw the seeds themselves.  No one thought to doubt the existence of the farmer or the seeds.  Otherwise, what they witnessed would be unintelligible.