A true story:
Yesterday my wife & I decided to take a day off from the 110+ (F) Anderson
Valley foothills for the 70+ coast between Mendocino and Westport, CA. We
spent many hours wave and tidepool watching.
At the last spot we stopped we were sitting on a cliff above an inlet
watching a Canadian goose, a sunning seal, and a colony of cliff swallows.
As I looked down at my feet I noticed a small berry plant with some fruit
beginning to ripen. I was tempted to pick a berry and eat it; but I
thought of Anthony and knew he wouldn't want me working on my day off :{`).
Picking berries when one is hungry isn't work; it's satisfying a basic need.
Picking berries for the taste isn't work; it's enjoying the boundty of nature.
Picking berries for minimum wage while trying to raise a family without
health insurance and adequate social services in a society where corporate
CEO's are paid 10s or 100s of millions of $ isn't work: it's the closest
thing to slavery modern economic societies have to offer. (In fact it's
worse than salvery: most slave owners {at least in pre Civil War Southern
US} acknowledged some responsibility for the feeding and medical care of
their slaves.)
Rob Cozens, CCW
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"And I, which was two fooles, do so grow three;
Who are a little wise, the best fooles bee."
from "The Triple Foole" by John Donne (1572-1631)
