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Lynda:

> And, do you really think you can guide the sheople to do anything that 
> makes 
> sense and isn't handed to them on a platter?
> 

Of course I don't.  I was fantisizing out loud.  You are all too correct, 
more's the pity.

People will build cavernous McMansions until the last cubic foot of natural 
gas to heat it is gone.  They will pump the last drop of affordable gasoline 
into a land yatch SUV.  They will feed the last bushel of corn to a hog 
somewhere.  With darkness fast approaching we have lit the candle at both 
ends and the 
middle.

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As to the compost, I forget sometimes that I live on Ludite Acres and others 
don't.  Denise was asked if any of her cheese was for sale (which would be 
illegal anyway) and her reply was "No, it's far too much trouble to make, 
we're 
eating it all ourselves."  I suppose I've come to view compost that way.  I 
think I'd have anxiety attacks if any of it left the farm.  I greedily want 
more, 
more, more of it.  But it's hard won on this farm.

Did you ever see the flick The Field (Richard Harris as "Bull" McCabe)?  It 
opens with him and his son donning baskets of seaweed on their backs and 
climbing a cliff and as they reach the summit, you see his three acres bright 
emerald green agaisnt the surrounding grey with piles of seaweed in various 
stages 
of decomposition over the field.  It's somewhat like that here.  

I suppose someone could make a go of selling compost.  Probably most people 
interested in the compost, though, are already doing the same.  I don't think 
I 
myself could abide it.