The career path that Cristin Kearns has chosen is quite admirable. Many would agree with her views but few would take on such a leadership role in uncovering "The Mess".

Thank you Cristin.

They knew exactly what they were doing. Greed is a terrible thing.

Live in the measurement, not in the absolutes? Is that what art might teach us? What is Kunitz saying?

penny for your thoughts.

"So it could be that the sugar industry was in this game before the tobacco industry."

Incredible, but completely believable at the same time. 

I am part way through reading "The Case Against Sugar" by Gary Taubes and the history is shocking. A clear blend of greed and ignorance leading to the explosion of the sugar industry. A reminder that no matter what the evidence shows, money talks (and those who want it will listen).

"live in the layers" good advice, thanks for sharing

XII.  OF NAVIGATING LOVE

 Because the Beloved is not in the Lover
 Not even the Lover rests in the Beloved,
 Tends Love his punished sail
 And faces the scowl of the thundering sea

 Love cries in its wandering ship
 And to the storm delivers his care,
 Because there are two: Banished lover
 And Beloved with sailor dreams .

 If they were one, Love, there would be 
 Neither crying nor bearishness nor remoteness,
 But the bliss of the lily.

 Oh love without oar, in joyful Unity!
 Oh tight circle of the rose!
 With the Two sorrow is born

 
 Leopoldo Marechal

Los estratos.
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Stanley Kunitz - 1905-2006.
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