vintage.
“Hmm,” he said. “Lookie, Ma. I been all day an’ all night hidin’ alone. Guess who I been thinkin’ about? Casy! He talked a lot. Used ta bother me. But now I been thinkin’ about what he said, an’ I can remember – all of it.
Says one time he went out in the wilderness to find his own soul, an’ he foun’ he didn’ have no soul that was his’n. Says he foun’ he jus’ got a little piece of a great big soul. Says a wilderness ain’t no good, ’cause his little piece of a soul wasn’t good ‘less it was with the rest, an’ was whole.
Funny how I remember. Didn’ think I was even listenin’. But I know now a fella ain’t no good alone.”
In the souls of the people the grapes of wrath are filling and growing heavy, growing heavy with the vintage.
- Steinbeck.
Misfortune is less about bad weather or bad land. Generally, misfortune is man’s inhumanity to man. Interesting parallels between dustbowl America (thank you, Steinbeck) and Africa can be made. Look at what is happening right now in Niger with the drought or well, take your pick of countries. I think the point you are trying to make is that we are all connected. There’s a verse in Genesis and then again in Job that talks about the breath of God giving us life. We all come from the same source. Therefore, I find we are obligated to take care of each other like brothers and sisters. The division between the poor and the privileged always produces suffering, but how do you get people to change and realize that we are all connected?
I am in the process of reading your book, and am enjoying your blog as well. Thank you for your beautiful writing and insights.