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The Tree, the Table, and the Testimony of Money In a quiet valley nestled between mountains and rivers, there lived a farmer named Eliav. Years ago, he planted a grove of trees high up on his hillside, where the soil was rich and the air full of birdsong. But the seeds—ah, the seeds—he did not create. One day, while walking by a stream, he found them scattered like forgotten treasure under a large cedar. He took them home with wonder in his heart, whispering, “These are gifts from God.” He planted them, tended them, and waited. Years passed, and the trees grew tall and strong, drinking from the rain, dancing in the sunlight, and breathing the breath of heaven. When the time was ripe, Eliav cut one tree—just one—respectfully and with prayer. He sold the wood to a man named Simon, who owned a small but beloved restaurant in the village below. Simon took the wood and built new tables and chairs for his diners. His restaurant had always served food made with care, but now it had the warmth...