And what you sow is not the body that is to be; it is a mere grain of wheat, for example, or some other seed.
Foolish man! What you sow never comes to life unless it dies.
God gives it a body as he pleases, gives each kind of seed a body of its own.
he sleeps at night and rises by day, and the seed sprouts and shoots up — he knows not how.
Wherever I go, thank God, he makes my life a constant pageant of triumph in Christ, diffusing the perfume of his knowledge everywhere by me.