the Reaper, and the Farmer

A short snippet I came up with while writing today that felt cool.

         Child of man. I am no reaper. For the reaper sews what has matured, and lived a proper life. Those who are fit pass on are brought to him, and those who need another pass at life must be met with me. The scythe is an agricultural tool for harvesting. Those who are done may pass on to join the egg that will one day be a god. So if you must call me something, you may call me "Farmer".
         You who is born incomplete, must live countless many lives to become ready. Mature. Only then may you pass onto your true vessel. Now you will live your second life among the other newly passed. Journey on and grow, and perhaps I will not need to see you again. I wish you well on your journey.