Long ago. Before he lost his beknighted head, in point of fact. Before philosophy and the law; before theology threw God like a spanner into his work our young Thomas was so much more: a green-thumbed boy always at his vegetables, his garden a model of perfection, the rows arranged so precisely parallel that even at the horizon they refused to meet. Thumbed his seeds into the topsoil personal, did our Tom.

And all natural, of course: it was a point of pride; not one atom from the heavy metals; no molecule more complex than H₂O or so. Bullshit and horseshit: as long as some member of the animal orders had close-inspected it and it had passed, ’twas good enough for Tom.

“What if?” you have to wonder…

A bumper crop of tomatoes one fine year — 1506 let’s say; some splendid carrots; cabbages the likes of which his local Lord had never seen. Financial backing ensues and an organic enterprise that would one day rival Ms McCartney’s has begun.

Just think how much easier life would have been for Matti Kurikka, sitting beside his rowboat on the salt-washed shingle of Malcolm Island in Anno Domino 1901; considering how best to get his perfect Sointula underway.

If only he’d had some of our Thomas’ preserves! With a few cases of Utopia™ for his foundation, a bit of added Eden™ to play it safe, one industrial can opener applied with verve et puis voila!: an instant idealized community for Finns…