I was reading Walden the other day and I was struck by one passage. Does any New Englander ever still raise their own breadstuffs and remain independent of the distant fluctuating markets?
It is hard to view ourselves as utterly dependent on distant lands for even the bread of our tables. How did we all allow ourselves to become so divorced from the soil upon which we live? Is there any man or woman alive today that can truly say they are self-sufficient?
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