We greeted familiar faces besides a roaring fire: fellow tribal wanderers seeking respite at The Place prior to an expedition to the proposed Pisgah clear-cut site.
When will we realize these puppet politicians of course have nary an ethic, let alone a land ethic? It is up to us. Bickering over which mouth to feed the two-headed monster is a waste. Are the brainwashed masses really content to say it’s “the lesser of two evils?”I awoke to startling visions: turning to catch a Native-American figure gazing at me from the shadows of rhododendron. I look again, but the figure is gone. And in my mind is left a strange silhouette... of who, of what, I can’t tell.
A Sunday morning run followed: a 20 mile pilgrimage to The Other Place. Skinny Dip is a good way to cool off after the push up Seniard Ridge. The harvest: blueberries to cure a bonk, sarvis berries in the sack.
Tonight I had the dream for dinner. Sarvis berry salsa atop a bed of locally grown kale, sweet potatoes, blackbeans, cheese and tortilla. Ahhhh, Mamacita, who’s your daddy?
It assumes, falsely, I think, that the economic parts of the biotic clock will function without the uneconomic parts. It tends to relegate to government many functions eventually too large, too complex, or too widely dispersed to be performed by government. An ethical obligation on the part of the private owner is the only visible remedy for these situations...
