Dave 420

David Hill leaned back, flipping through a worn Bible, stopping at the final chapter. “Revelation 22… ‘the leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations.’ That line always stuck with me.”

Across from him, Sterling Archer swirled a drink, squinting at the page like it had personally offended him. “Okay, first of all, if there’s a tree that heals nations, why are we not investing heavily in forestry? Second… leaves? You’re telling me the grand finale of existence is basically salad?”

David smirked. “You’re missing the point. It’s symbolic—but also practical. Plants have always been tied to healing. Not just one tree. Nature itself.”

Archer raised an eyebrow. “So what, you’re saying humanity’s been ignoring the ultimate pharmacy because it doesn’t come in a pill bottle?”

“Something like that,” David said. “Think about it—so-called ‘weeds.’ Plants people rip out of the ground without thinking. Dandelion, for example—edible, nutrient-dense, used for liver support. Yet most people treat it like a nuisance.”

Archer paused mid-sip. “Wait. The little yellow things? Those are food?”

“More than that,” David replied. “And then there’s cannabis—controversial, sure—but studied for pain management, anxiety, even neurological conditions. Across cultures, plants like these have been used for centuries.”

Archer leaned forward, suddenly interested. “So let me get this straight. The same society that invented deep-fried butter decided dandelions are the problem?”

David chuckled. “Exactly. We’ve lost perspective. ‘Weeds’ are often just plants we don’t understand or haven’t found a use for yet.”

Archer tapped the page. “So Revelation 22 isn’t just poetic—it’s kind of a reminder. The cure isn’t always some high-tech miracle. Sometimes it’s already growing under your feet.”

David nodded. “That’s one way to read it. Healing doesn’t have to be complicated. It can be simple, overlooked, even dismissed.”

Archer leaned back again, finishing his drink. “Great. So the apocalypse ends, and humanity’s saved by yard work.”

A beat.

“…Honestly, that tracks.”