My sister asked me about the economy last week. At first I forgot what time period I was living in so I was about to tell her about the economy of classical greece in contrast with the ideal “republic” that Plato wrote about,
which took me 27 hours to read then I realized that I live in 2011AD not 389BCE.
Some say we’re going into a double dip recession.
Some say the Fed and Obama are ridiculous in the way they annul one another’s policies.
Some say America is addicted to __________ (oil, money, fame, technology, accessibility, “the good life.”)
I would agree with any of those statements. I love the United States of America. I am so very thankful for the freedom(s) that I enjoy because I am a citizen of this great country.
But I came across a statement today and for some reason it has been ringing in my ear all day:
“Homes must once again become places of production if they are to provide alternatives to the global economic forces that form us into consumers.”
-a thought from Wendell Berry
…because the words do not say what they mean.
Sometimes I want to articulate a thought but no matter how many times I change the words in my sentence I find dissatisfaction with the diction. I think its simply because the words do not say what they mean. “That’s absurd,” you say. “Of course the words say what they mean. They’re all in the dictionary with the definitions scribbled out right beside them explaining their meaning to the world.”
This food is good.
God is good.
God made food- and now they’re equal?
Please say it isn’t so!
I’ve come to the conclusion that God doesn’t speak English.