Back after 5 days without Internet and phones. Spent some time reading Thoreau's Walden, which explains everything you need to know about the Internet.
Not sure if the regular post will make it up today. Perhaps tomorrow.
the spring rain's blessing...
blades of grassIssa
translated by David Lanoue
"I see young men, my townsmen, whose misfortune it is to have
inherited farms, houses, barns, cattle, and farming tools; for these
are more easily acquired than got rid of. Better if they had been
born in the open pasture and suckled by a wolf, that they might
have seen with clearer eyes what field they were called to labor
in. Who made them serfs of the soil? Why should they eat their
sixty acres, when man is condemned to eat only his peck of dirt?
Why should they begin digging their graves as soon as they are
born? They have got to live a man's life, pushing all these things
before them, and get on as well as they can. How many a poor
immortal soul have I met well-nigh crushed and smothered
under its load, creeping down the road of life, pushing before it
a barn seventy-five feet by forty, its Augean stables never
cleansed, and one hundred acres of land, tillage, mowing,
pasture, and woodlot! The portionless, who struggle with no
such unnecessary inherited encumbrances, find it labor enough
to subdue and cultivate a few cubic feet of flesh."
- Henry David Thoreau