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Blog Watch: "Where was Wendell Berry when I was eighteen?"

Look at yours truly, graduated from the most coveted business school in the Lower Mainland, with honors, no less. But I can attest to the fact with all four limbs high in the air that nothing I have learned cannot be read about in the Financial Post, which means, in short, I've spent four precious summer years of my life on pure bullshits. I still read up on the world of finance to keep abreast of human follies, and absolutely nothing new has emerged since the day I graduated: the world of money is still as fucked up as ever.

Where was Wendell Berry when I was eighteen?

An excerpt from Wendell Berry's essay Higher Education and Home Defense

Everywhere, every day, local life is being discomforted, disrupted, endangered, or destroyed by powerful people who live, or who are privileged to think they live, beyond the bad effects of their bad work.

A powerful class of itinerant professional vandals is now pillaging the country and laying it waste. Their vandalism is not called by that name because of its enormous profitability (to some) and the grandeur of its scale. If one wrecks a private home, that is vandalism, but if, to build a nuclear power plant, one destroys good farmland, disrupts a local community, and jeopardizes lives, home, and properties within an area of several thousand square mile, that is industrial progress.


A powerful post on the complexity of discerning a path in life.


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