As another Lame Cherry experience in matter anti matter.
Human validation is always a premise of agreement, but when validation is based upon weakness then that is a devolutionary force and not an evolution of human advancement.
I quote Charles August Lindbergh below as in his words are the Wisdom of that which history has proven is the perpetual happiness which eludes so many, but has been proven by the Roman Senators in their return to their farms, as much as George Washington, John Adams, Dwight Eisenhower and Ronald Reagan having moulded the world, returned to the land for their contentment.
The farmer or herdsman is the highest order of human nature by being the most Moses meek and Christ humble.
The urban is a collection of all the refuse which could not ruggedly stand upon their individuality in the rural state. The rural made Theodore Roosevelt a President, but as he retired to his estate, the arrogance of the urban caused him to nation building of America into a feudal power, instead of taking the lesson of George Washington in managing his plantation for the benefit of being a good neighbor.
Dwight Eisenhower accomplished more greatness than most humans ever will, and yet, his greatest satisfaction was his Gettysburg farm where he joyously produced his own Angus beef to partake.
Greatness does not have to find the person when God intends to raise that greatness. When greatness is grasped it ventures the ruin of the entire world.
I would in selfishness that 90% of the populations were confined to one large metropolis. I would then have endless lands to roam upon, free from idiotic humans, but in my prejudice, I still know the duty that all Americans should be landowners of 5 to 40 acres, where they could have their gardens, orchards and room for a pony, baby beef or dairy, goats, sheep or chickens to revive their souls and never lose the lesson that joy is parting here and death is always a reminder to behave oneself as we do not reside here forever.
I have a niece who is drawn to large cities, because she is weak and needs validation in feeling the masses and a large city empowers the weak. It does nothing for Spiritual growth, but that is her doing as it is the doing of all of the weak. I would though that all would have property, and not manicure it with a scissor as my anal bro in law does, revealing his phobia of disorder in his disordered soul, but to have room for bunnies to gnaw on trees and deer to shred the bark with their antlers. People do need to know they are not in control on this planet and all a castles become piles of dirt which owls hoot over.
There is great knowledge in your own land in stock and plantings, and a Sabbath daily rest in it, and for the rich this will be their only reward as heaven does not await most of them.
Charles August Lindbergh deserves study for the Wisdom in him. Adults and children need to even as Henry David Thoreau, to emulate those who are successful souls, as one can either attempt to mould themselves become a proverbial Solomon or you will fall to an ecclesiastical Solomon in ruin.
You can make a choice to be a Teddy Kennedy, Barack Obama image or a Nancy Pelosi to never be found on a farm, or you can without understanding mirror a George Washington and ponder just what it was there which drew him and other great people.
Each sentence of Charles August Lindbergh in epitaph is worth study and provided below. Having food and raiment let us be therewith content.
"I apologize for prefacing this chapter with a few words about myself, but there is a reason why I do. I wish the reader to know that I have had an opportunity to study human nature in operation. I have not failed to do so. I have been in every possible place for me to get where I thought I could broaden my understanding of things. I wish merely to offer it as an aid to readers, if it can be, in connection with their own experiences. I have been in contact with very many phases of human conduct; have made a study of life in both its individual and collective activities from every practical view that I could bring myself to see. My childhood was spent in what was then the wilds of northern Minnesota.
My parents met with the misfortunes that visited many of the early pioneers and some severe accidental misfortunes in addition. My days then were upon the farm, in the woods, on the streams and lakes, and I had the usual experiences of the youngsters thus surrounded, of getting out occasionally and working for others—working for awhile on a railroad as a plain laborer and later as a brakeman on a construction train.
I hammered together in a general way a sort of general education—more from experience than from books. Later I practiced law, and had among my clients the very poor and the wealthy both, which gave me knowledge of their experiences. I had a small interest in three banks, was a director of two of them and knew how banks were run. I have just closed ten years of activity in Congress. I have seen enough of the world in other ways too, so that when I ran across two certain verses which I quote below, I understood the humor, as well as the pathos, in them. They are true to life, however, but the experiences of my life convince me that the first of the two has the advantage. I do not know their author:
*'The toiler in the city.
Admits the country's charm;
He toils away and hopes some day
To buy a little farm.
"The farmer, too, is busy.
He salts his profits down;
The prospect cheers, ere many years
He hopes to move to town."
Lindbergh, Charles A. (Charles August), 1859-1924
My dad had a mantra which never ceased in "sell out and move to town", which was repulsive to me as a child. I do realize that a generation ago that with horse and buggy, kerosene lamps, no running water and chopping wood or suffering in summer heat, that the city was a healthful advantage, but with modern life, the rural areas were within reach of automobiles and had all the luxuries with none of the people.
One can shoot an unwelcome skunk in the country, while in the city one just glares at the neighbor who has their dog pooping on your lawn.
My dad never got to sell out, as God killed him for being an ass.
My Mom listened to me and would never sell out. She thrives in the rural setting, and has people asking her if she is moving to town. Others though like her, understand and agree they would never be confined to any city. Christian virtue and rural life is what keeps my Mom alive as she is content, while my dad was always running from something and perished young as he had gluttony which could never be filled.
I have experienced the metropolitan for the first time in my life of 2 million souls in misery. I thought the city would kill me, but I am a gopher here looking out of my hole, and longing like the birds of spring to migrate back to the wilds. I never care to repeat this experience again, for I would be content in a dugout, a cistern and a solar power for light to live my Walden life.
Too many people are running from themselves in fear, and running away from God and fleeing life to hide amongst others. Life is not dying in the harness and never having hours a day to just reflect in God.
People who rush in life are not going to evade the grave which is at the end of life for all.
People are required to live their lives to please God first and in that God will give all that pleases them. You will find that pleasure in the dirt which you were formed and not the formed cities which earth constantly is in process of covering with a shroud of dirt, grass or leaves.
Remember that.
"We have come to a state where our business — the work we do for pay, is what we seem to live for, instead of making the business — the work, incident to our living — to live well. Because of that state we find that work has become a drudgery instead of a pleasure."
Lindbergh
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