Our single wired witness opens on solitude: Wainamoinen stands “On the island washed by ocean, / Broad expanse devoid of verdure”, where “There remained he many summers, / There he lived as many winters” [The Kalevala, Rune II]. What ends the waiting is the inauguration of a living world: he “Well considered, long reflected” who should sow the island, and Sampsa Pellerwoinen “Sows with diligence the island” — acorns on the firm soil, firs on the mountains, willows in the moist earth [ibid.]. Later the old hero turns sower himself — “I the seeds of life am sowing” — and calls Ukko for rain until the barley stands [ibid.]. Thompson’s label promises a creator tired of solitude who therefore creates; the served rune supplies the long solitude and the creation that issues from it, but no line names weariness as the motive — that link is the indexer’s. And this creator works by delegation: the sowing hand belongs to the boy “First-born of the plains and prairies” [ibid.]. Thompson’s only other authority, a Yuracare tradition, sits unresolved in the apparatus; the Finnish page stands alone today.