Self Sufficiency is Worth the Work
We skip through air conditioned lives, for now.
Lindens next to ancient Oaks populate a secret
vast forest, well managed, behind our tract. The
simple goal these days is to persuade Hyuntay that
wandering around the woods is more enjoyable than
TV or video games or instant messages ever could be.
We doubt he’ll have enough willing companions, but
hope his brain avoids the 90-second warp that comes
with the idiot box, boob tube or eight thousand
repetitions of Grand Theft Auto, joystick in hand.
Hyuntay’s a four-month-old athlete. He strains
to lift his head, crawl, push Dad away when suckling.
Calisthenics include 20-minute prostrate Tae Kwon Do,
singing to classical music and deciphering fires. If
Dad can clear enough land, figure out solar power,
divert all savings to Euros or Won in time, young
Hyuntay may have a life that resembles that of his forbears.
If not, there may be no parties, no time to philosophize,
no ballgames. The confounding reality is that so many
Americans have bought into doomsday lifestyles.
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