Feeling a little taxed....this tax season...so I haven't had any extra time, to think about the finer things I like the think about. In its stead, I will leave you with the words and sentiment from one of my favorite writers -
Eduardo Galeano - from 'The Book Of Embraces'.
Traditions of The Future
There is just one place where yesterday and today meet, recognize each other,and embrace, and that place is tomorrow.
Certain voices from the America past, long past, sound very futuristic. For example, the ancient voice that still tells us we are children of the earth and that our mother is not for sale or hire. While dead birds rain on Mexico City and rivers are turned to sewers, oceans to dumps and forests into deserts, this voice, stubbornly refusing to die, heralds another world different from this one that poisons the water, soil, air and soul.
The Ancient voice that speaks to us of community heralds another world as well. Community - the communal mode of production and life - is the oldest of American Traditions, the most American of all. It belongs to the earliest days and the First people, but it also belongs to the times ahead and anticipates a New World. For there is nothing less alien to these lands of ours than socialism. Capitalism, on the other hand, is foreign: like smallpox, like the flu, it came from abroad.
Our future is buried in the past...
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