In, but Not of, the World
Civic Dissent, Modern Ugliness, & the Search for Beauty
I’d like to set the stage for what follows by offering three quotes. The first is from the prolific farmer-poet, Wendell Berry:
In the dark of the moon, in flying snow, in the dead of winter,
war spreading, families dying, the world in danger,
I walk the rocky hillside, sowing clover.