What we owe the future
is not a new start, for we can only begin
with what has happened. We owe the future
the past, the long knowledge
that is the potency of time to come.
That makes of a man’s grave a rich furrow.
Excerpt from “At a Country Funeral” by Wendell Berry
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reading this stanza at the funeral of a friend was a profound experience for all assembled, not just me. bernie had left behind just such a furrow.