At school nobody ever taught us how to light a cigarette in a storm of rain, nor how a fire could be made with wet wood-nor that it is best to stick a bayonet in the belly because there it doesn't get jammed, as it does in the ribs.
If it doesn't rot, it's not real food.
I see myself today as Sitting Bull trying to bring a voice of Easternism, holism, community-based thinking to a very Western culture.
You know, in our culture today, our Western, reductionist, Roman, linear, fragmented. . . culture, we don't ask how to make a pig happy. We ask how to grow it faster, fatter, bigger, cheaper, and that's not a noble goal.
'Organic' doesn't mean what people think it means.
The wealth of any ecosystem is its perennials. The primal herbivore-predator-disturbance-rest dance is literally the breath and pulse of the earth. Grasses recycle oxygen far more efficiently than trees. The turnover is faster. Grass reaches out and turns solar energy into carbon. Tillage hyper-aerates the soil, burning out carbon. But because a plant creates bilateral symmetry at the soil horizon, it sloughs off root mass when the top gets chopped off.
Remember, machines don't forgive.
It is when Pirates count their booty that they become mere thieves.
A republic cannot succeed, till it contains a certain body of men imbued with the principles of justice and honour.
My beloved Hillary, do not disappoint me. You have to be President, OK?
Humor is wit and love.