The average person is still under the aberrant delusion that food should be somebody else's responsibility until I'm ready to eat it.

You know, in our culture today, our Western, reductionist, Roman, linear, fragmented... culture, we don't ask how to make a pig happy. We ask how to grow it faster, fatter, bigger, cheaper, and that's not a noble goal.

This magical, marvelous food on our plate, this sustenance we absorb, has a story to tell. It has a journey. It leaves a footprint. It leaves a legacy. To eat with reckless abandon, without conscience, without knowledge; folks, this ain't normal.

If everybody walks into the room wearing crutches you don't know who can stand on their own two feet.

You can't chemical your way out of soil infertility

Don't you find it odd that people will put more work into choosing their mechanic or house contractor than they will into choosing the person who grows their food?

When faith in our freedom gives way to fear of our freedom, silencing the minority view becomes the operative protocol.