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Enduring Spinning: Agriculture, Culture and War

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--Wikipedia,  "Benito Juarez"
-- Altieri , Miguel A., Foreword to Enduring Seeds: Native American Agriculture and Wild Plant Conservation, by Gary Paul Nabhan, The University of Arizona Press, 1989
 

You can feel it spinning fast the Chinese, Japanese, American and European junk orbiting at several thousand miles per hour could punch a hole in your armor, future. Thanksgiving passes, then Christmas. A nuclear detonation, we absorb that fact. The scientist in us delays sadness by recording observations. What is is, sorrow's for tomorrow. By reducing probabilities to near zero I hope to avoid sorrow. In yr suburb. In history when there were many fewer people we still found reason to cross space, explore, trade and war. Now overpopulation may not be the problem but food and water shortages get our attention. I have Korf's fears. And hear what I want to hear. Some hear singing, some hear speeches or complaining. Martin Luther King sang his complaints, dreamed of a brotherly nation which came to pass, spinning fast, past Thanksgivings, past jailings into reconnaissance, small wars, drones, renaissance, inventions. At the border, where the Juaristas fought Maximilian: Benito Juarez (1806-1872) Zapotec Amerindian who served five terms as president of Mexico. He was the first Mexican leader who did not have a military background and also the first full-blooded indigenous person to lead a country in the western hemisphere in over 300 years. For resisting French occupation, overthrowing the Empire, and restoring the Republic, Juarez is regarded as Mexico's greatest and most beloved leader. Each soldier chooses what war at what border, or just shows up spinning with the planet. The neighborhood and surrounding nature is orderly. But always there is implied force, violence holding it together, chaos is contained kept out of the playground, government buildings, children's games but lies within the force maintaining order, a spinning tumor, a gyroscope of inertia. The force of the spinning, the speed of the force bring one to one's death seasons, weather, earth. While the emperor's being beheaded enduring seeds are discovered and invented, cross-fertilized and bred. Corn, yams, potatoes, sunflowers, rice. Food is life and a good study, useful discipline daily meditation. The fighting man protects the farmer and the farmer feeds the fighting man. They elect the governor who serves the people. Peace out. Peace and war are transitory manifestations of spinning electrons, planets. The sun's a nuclear detonation, essential to spring and planting. Food is life. Seeds endure if man goes to his daily discipline. If woman is man. Birth and death together are orderly, the border can be known, voluntarily. How we live together, by prayer or force, is our story. Knowledge from laboratory to starry corridor keeps us very versed. Did Juaristas consider the rights of animals not to be eaten? Not during that spinning. And perform the history that surrounds us. All that can be done is written in the spinning: The people of the land, the Indian farmers of North America - like their counterparts in Mesoamerica, the Andean region, and the Amazon - have continuously cultivated maize, beans, squash and other crops for more than five thousand years. One of the salient features of their traditional farming systems is the high degree of biodiversity. These traditional farming systems have emerged over centuries of cultural and biological evolution, and they represent the accumulated experience of indigenous farmers interacting with the environment without access to external inputs, capital or scientific knowledge. In Latin America alone, more than 2.5 million hectares under traditional agriculture in the form of raised fields, polycultures, agroforestry systems and the like document indigenous farmers' successful adaptations to difficult environments.

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