I saw this on a Sunday morning stroll last weekend. Basically, in an effort to promote ethanol, I think, one of the managers of a local gas station here in town planted a squirrelly little row of corn out by the sidewalk. I guess people were, um, bothering the corn. And so down on the curb there was this sign, duct taped to the concrete. Please, leave the corn alone.
If we could all just let the damn corn grow, we might be able to learn a thing or two from it. But no. We cannot do that. For we are squirrelly hominids. We must poke and prod the corn. We must tear, spindle and mutilate it. We must, in short, bother the corn. (And if there were just a few more rows of maize here, underneath the sky, we might even trip & lose ourselves in it.)
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