Circle

In a dirty, dusty world of freshly tilled soil,
a man labors to pull unyielding stones from the earth.
It is agonizing work, but his perseverance is rewarded
with harvest after harvest,
good year after good year.

A town grows up a few miles away
and the importance of the land increases.
The community must be fed and the land provides,
harvest after harvest,
good year after good year.

The town becomes a city and the city becomes great.
It stretches and spreads outward until the land is
sacrificed to its unending, unyielding growth,
harvest after harvest,
year after year.

Soon civilization realizes the ignorance of its decision.
Starvation is at hand and the world crumbles.
Presently the land is filled with the ruins of
broken buildings.

In a dirty, dusty world of freshly tilled soil,
a man labors to pull unyielding stones from the earth . . .

(journal entry 2.18.87)

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