I was overcoming the flu, then overcoming the October slumps. I look up, and rain battles sunshine day after day. I turn around, and the leaves have already blown off the trees. I go outside, and it is chilly.
What would be the hope of being personally whole in a dismembered society, or personally healthy in a landscape scalped, scraped, eroded, and poisoned, or personally free in a land entirely controlled by the government [or corporations], or personally enlightened in an age illuminated only by TV? - Wendell Berry
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