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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btw, I didn't write that. That's a piece of a poem by Wendell Barry.
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