Requiescat In Natura: Wendell Berry 5 August 1934–31 August 2026
“And so I go into the woods. As I go in under the trees, dependably, almost at once, and by nothing I do, things fall into place,” he once wrote. “I enter an order that does not exist outside, in the human spaces. I feel my life take its place among the lives—the trees, the annual plants, the animals and birds, the living of all these and the dead—that go and have gone to make the life of the earth.”
The world is a hellish place, and bad writing is destroying the quality of our suffering.
–Tom Waits
