Please keep writing. Re-reading for the 3rd time, printing out on paper for my teenage kids so they can gain some trousers-rolled perspective. Before getting married, my career and travels led me to hazard a talk with my eventual wife one fine spring morning over Sunday brunch: "If we have children together, as sure as our mimosas are coming, we must raise them in a world of bio-weapons." She didn't run. Five or six months later I was sitting in a Morristown mahogany steak bar buying drinks for dusty traders as they trudged back from Wall Street. Tom Brokaw came on the nightly news with a portfolio of little hijacker pictures and where they had come from: Afghanistan. No one wondered how he had assembled them in 6 hours' time, so the flood was up and the brains were washed, the whole room aggressive with notions of "Nuke them, turn it into a parking lot," and seeing it unfold I felt as low as ever in life. Twenty-odd years later with sheep, livestock, greenhouse, fruit trees on hand I'm amazed at evil's sheer momentum, accelerated rather than spent, and wonder if all our striving for resilience will one day be worth it.
Please keep writing. Re-reading for the 3rd time, printing out on paper for my teenage kids so they can gain some trousers-rolled perspective. Before getting married, my career and travels led me to hazard a talk with my eventual wife one fine spring morning over Sunday brunch: "If we have children together, as sure as our mimosas are coming, we must raise them in a world of bio-weapons." She didn't run. Five or six months later I was sitting in a Morristown mahogany steak bar buying drinks for dusty traders as they trudged back from Wall Street. Tom Brokaw came on the nightly news with a portfolio of little hijacker pictures and where they had come from: Afghanistan. No one wondered how he had assembled them in 6 hours' time, so the flood was up and the brains were washed, the whole room aggressive with notions of "Nuke them, turn it into a parking lot," and seeing it unfold I felt as low as ever in life. Twenty-odd years later with sheep, livestock, greenhouse, fruit trees on hand I'm amazed at evil's sheer momentum, accelerated rather than spent, and wonder if all our striving for resilience will one day be worth it.
I predict that this will be one of my top 10 articles for 2022. And amazingly perceptive assessment of the situation.
NYC, nuff said..