"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."
Wendell Berry
"Go with your love to the fields.
Lie easy in the shade. Rest your head in their lap.
Swear allegiance to what is nighest your thoughts."
"Be like the fox who makes more tracks than necessary,
some in the wrong direction.
Practice resurrection. "
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