10.13.14 Say that the leaves are harvested when they have rotted into the mold. Call that profit. Prophesy such returns. " Wendell Berry, poet

"Say that the leaves are harvested when they have rotted into the mold. 
Call that profit. Prophesy such returns. 
Put your faith in the two inches of humus that will build under the trees 
every thousand years. 
Listen to carrion--put your ear close,
and hear the faint chattering of the songs that are to come.
Expect the end of the world.
Laugh. Laughter is immeasurable.
Be joyful though you have considered all the facts.
So long as women do not go cheap
for power, please women more than men.
Ask yourself: Will this satisfy a woman satisfied to bear a child?
Will this disturb the sleep of a woman near to giving birth?
Go with your love to the fields.
Lie easy in the shade. Rest your head in her lap.
Swear allegiance to what is nighest your thoughts.
As soon as the generals and the politicos can predict the motions
of your mind, lose it.
Leave it as a sign to mark a false trail, the way you didn't go.
Be like the fox who makes more tracks than necessary,
some in the wrong direction.
Practice resurrection. "
Wendell Berry, Manifesto; The Mad Farmer Liberation Front Poem
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