Didn’t post yesterday.  Fall chores at home, then to the Batavia Farmer’s Market. A Farmer’s Market is a party, as well as an opportunity to participate in the life-sustaining exchange.

Our human species prefers civilization. Civilization is wedded to infinite processes of soil, water, seed & plant, sun, atmosphere, every scintilla of which is necessary to keep civilization functioning. A Farmer’s Market mundane, commercial in appearance, is the occasion for a mystical exchange, a communal ritual of respect for the source of our life together.

There are limits to reason, our fact-based ability to calculate, to get-what-we-want from others, from Nature. Why does a leaf fall when it falls? Can we confidently describe in mathematics the course of a falling leaf? We have gained much knowledge generation to generation about the tides of the sea. And that tide, – could maritime science engineer a solution to turning the tide?

And us, what about us? We’d be foolish to assume to know our journey, what the future holds for us.

It just feels right to bow my head in silence. I am here. All that surrounds me is beyond words.

More Than This

By Roxy Music

I could feel at the time
There was no way of knowing
Fallen leaves in the night
Who can say where they’re blowing?
As free as the wind
Hopefully learning
Why the sea on the tide
Has no way of turning

More than this
You know there’s nothing
More than this
Tell me one thing
More than this
Ooh, there’s nothing

It was fun for a while
There was no way of knowing
Like a dream in the night
Who can say where we’re going?
No care in the world
Maybe I’m learning
Why the sea on the tide
Has no way of turning

More than this
You know there’s nothing
More than this
Tell me one thing
More than this
No, there’s nothing

More than this
Nothing
More than this
More than this
Nothing

Lyrics by Bryan Ferry

More Than This by Roxy Music and a tribute to the Lost In Translation film