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People are strange

23 Jun 10

When I first started setting out on expeditions, I had no loftier aim than to have fun. Partake in an adventure so...umm...adventurous that I would remember them for the rest of my life. I still have no greater calling than that, however, my attention, quite early on was shifted to people. To be honest I am quite cynical of the failings of the human race at times. But, when you interact with people on a much closer level things are totally different. Humans are on the whole, good. Most, better and smarter than my good self. The people I have had the opportunity to meet on expedition have made the journey so much more memorable. Their kindness and smiling faces have allowed me to steel myself against any hardships which I encounter. They make expeditions a breeze.



As an aside, the next big (and I mean big!) expedition project has been decided upon. Must be the season for it. It is a huge one and it gets my heart racing just thinking about what lies ahead. Stoked! Rest assured, a proper announcement coming up soon!

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  2. Alastair Humphreys commented:
    24 Jun 10 (5:20 pm)

    Looking forward to hearing the next big journey!!

  3. Teigen commented:
    24 Jun 10 (6:49 pm)

    The pastor of my church preached on this poem and the Beatitudes last Sunday. Reminded me of this and other posts I’ve seen here. Hope you like.

    The Mad Farmer’s Manifesto by Wendell Berry

    Love the quick profit, the annual raise,
    vacation with pay. Want more
    of everything ready-made. Be afraid
    to know your neighbors and to die.
    And you will have a window in your head.
    Not even your future will be a mystery
    any more. Your mind will be punched in a card
    and shut away in a little drawer.
    When they want you to buy something
    they will call you. When they want you
    to die for profit they will let you know.

    So, friends, every day do something
    that won’t compute. Love the Lord.
    Love the world. Work for nothing.
    Take all that you have and be poor.
    Love someone who does not deserve it.
    Denounce the government and embrace
    the flag. Hope to live in that free
    republic for which it stands.
    Give your approval to all you cannot
    understand. Praise ignorance, for what man
    has not encountered he has not destroyed.

    Ask the questions that have no answers.
    Invest in the millennium. Plant sequoias.
    Say that your main crop is the forest
    that you did not plant,
    that you will not live to harvest.
    Say that the leaves are harvested
    when they have rotted into the mold.
    Call that profit. Prophesy such returns.

    Put your faith in the two inches of humus
    that will build under the trees
    every thousand years.
    Listen to carrion – put your ear
    close, and hear the faint chattering
    of the songs that are to come.
    Expect the end of the world. Laugh.
    Laughter is immeasurable. Be joyful
    though you have considered all the facts.
    So long as women do not go cheap
    for power, please women more than men.
    Ask yourself: Will this satisfy
    a woman satisfied to bear a child?
    Will this disturb the sleep
    of a woman near to giving birth?

    Go with your love to the fields.
    Lie down in the shade. Rest your head
    in her lap. Swear allegiance
    to what is nighest your thoughts.
    As soon as the generals and the politicos
    can predict the motions of your mind,
    lose it. Leave it as a sign
    to mark the false trail, the way
    you didn’t go. Be like the fox
    who makes more tracks than necessary,
    some in the wrong direction.
    Practice resurrection.

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