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Read this out loud the instant I saw it come up on Greatpoets, because it is wonderful to feel it coming out of you. Love Wendell Berry, one of the souls of the permaculture movement.

The Mad Farmer's Contrariness

I am done with apologies. If contrariness is my
inheritance and destiny, so be it. If it is my mission
to go in at exits and come out at entrances, so be it.
I have planted by the stars in defiance of the experts,
and tilled somewhat by incantation and by singing,
and reaped, as I knew, by luck and Heaven’s favor,
in spite of the best advice. If I have been caught
so often laughing at funerals, that was because
I knew the dead were already slipping away,
preparing a comeback, and can I help it?
And if at weddings I have gritted and gnashed
my teeth, it was because I knew where the bridegroom
had sunk his manhood, and knew it would not
be resurrected by a piece of cake. “Dance,” they told me,
and I stood still, and while they stood
quiet in line at the gate of the Kingdom, I danced.
“Pray,” they said, and I laughed, covering myself
in the earth’s brightnesses, and then stole off gray
into the midst of a revel, and prayed like an orphan.
When they said, “I know that my Redeemer liveth,”
I told them “He’s dead.” And when they told me
“God is dead,” I answered “He goes fishing every day
in the Kentucky River. I see Him often.”
When they asked me would I like to contribute
I said no, and when they had collected
more than they needed, I gave them as much as I had.
When they asked me to join them I wouldn’t
and then went off by myself and did more
than they would have asked. “Well, then,” they said
“go and organize the International Brotherhood
of Contraries,” and I said, “Did you finish killing
everybody who was against peace?” So be it.
Going against men, I have heard at times a deep harmony
thrumming in the mixture, and when they ask me what
I say I don’t know. It is not the only or the easiest
way to come to the truth. It is one way.

Wendell Berry

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http://issendai.livejournal.com/572510.html

http://www.polyamorousmisanthrope.com/2007/08/19/the-brave-little-toaster/

It's a thought that's been much on my mind lately. I think things are okay right now. I know people for whom they are not. I am particularly sensitive to these things cause I was in there for too long. I don't wanna do these things to people. I can't even think clearly enough to know what words to use or even what particularly I think, but the synchronicity of those two articles and a third situation someone mentioned to me today is interesting.

I have a lot to say. I don't know what any of it is. I am exhausted from being happy all the time, and also from eating extraordinarily poorly.

It's blood day.

I'm crashing from the weekend.

I wish I could lose myself in writing but I should sleep. Besides, I have baby rats that need attention.