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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=535791" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Timbered Choir</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Even while I dreamed I prayed that what I saw was only fear and no foretelling,<br>for I saw the last known landscape destroyed for the sake <br>of the objective, the soil bludgeoned, the rock blasted.<br>Those who had wanted to go home would never get there now.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I visited the offices where for the sake of the objective the planners planned<br>at blank desks set in rows. I visited the loud factories<br>where the machines were made that would drive ever forward<br>toward the objective. I saw the forest reduced to stumps and gullies; I saw<br>the poisoned river, the mountain cast into the valley;<br>I came to the city that nobody recognized because it looked like every other city.<br>I saw the passages worn by the unnumbered<br>footfalls of those whose eyes were fixed upon the objective.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Their passing had obliterated the graves and the monuments<br>of those who had died in pursuit of the objective<br>and who had long ago forever been forgotten, according<br>to the inevitable rule that those who have forgotten forget<br>that they have forgotten. Men, women, and children now pursued the objective<br>as if nobody ever had pursued it before.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The races and the sexes now intermingled perfectly in pursuit of the objective.<br>the once-enslaved, the once-oppressed were now free<br>to sell themselves to the highest bidder<br>and to enter the best paying prisons<br>in pursuit of the objective, which was the destruction of all enemies,<br>which was the destruction of all obstacles, which was the destruction of all objects,<br>which was to clear the way to victory, which was to clear the way to promotion, to salvation, to progress,<br>to the completed sale, to the signature<br>on the contract, which was to clear the way<br>to self-realization, to self-creation, from which nobody who ever wanted to go home<br>would ever get there now, for every remembered place<br>had been displaced; the signposts had been bent to the ground and covered over.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Every place had been displaced, every love<br>unloved, every vow unsworn, every word unmeant<br>to make way for the passage of the crowd<br>of the individuated, the autonomous, the self-actuated, the homeless<br>with their many eyes opened toward the objective<br>which they did not yet perceive in the far distance,<br>having never known where they were going,<br>having never known where they came from.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Wendell+Berry">Wendell Berry</a><div class=q>
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