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Sins of Educational Omission

Great sins of omission are not in anyone's book of What I Plan To Do When I Grow Up. Henry Ford, his automated and then incorporated financial investment company, did not intend to emancipate us from family farms, Thereby disenfranchising our sense of secure and fertile wealth health, interdependently sufficient organic homes, silent rhythmic rural memories, Fading views and feels of cannons pulled by slow-marching horses, mules, plodding oxen, ghosts of elders past monoculturing aggression at slower blade-drawn pace Sometimes domestically violent. Sometimes military chronic stressed LeftBrain against Right's longer kinship memories. And sometimes more polyculturally enriching rural WiseElder tree memories of nurturing ponds and domestically peaceful milk cows, curious cats, tribally defensive, and embarrassingly rutty, dogs, horny yet happy crickets, Flirtatious cycling recycling moonlight and radiant enlightenment of daylight and dualdark co-relational resonance of night play. To sustain Original forested home and extending family we need parental and school support for cooperative resilient communities, secure and healthy homes, habitats, wombs. Whether rural or suburban or urban But mindful that rural tribal homesteading and cooperative diverse economies and multicultural politics of healthy nurturing, solidarity with home place and wealthy polyculturing kin, mutually share one humane-divine ZeroZone Planet Inside calling us back and forth toward Polyculture Zenithing EarthSoul embodied within GaiaEarth Ecologically gracing nutritional homes poly-theologically re-membering health within. Trivializing grace of WinWin commission co-arising global communion is not in my book of What We Have Hoped To Become. Or even in my textbook studying What I Missed In School

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