Field and sky before his view appeared as a Van Gogh painting absent coarseness of his human style—softer cast and more gently blended by the airy hand of God. Still, colors and span same in style: bright of the blue, bold tufts and blots of cloud layering sky in depth; shadow of green in distant trees and tawny yellow of near fields not Van Gogh harvest-scenes but of chemical kill of spring cheat grass in cover of fields becoming places of industry and mechanics and no longer farmer or husbandry hand.
He observed it all, running tractor then as much of a modern he lamented for the cost that came to farmer, land, and communities alike in subservience to outside interests and dependence. Farmers claimed to grow food, but little was eaten or consumed by animal or man, and of that—they made too much. The crops raised were grown for the simple fact—mechanically—they were easy. It was these crops that sold machinery, chemicals, fertilizers, and seeds—THE INDUSTRY—of which actual crops were means, not end, of business model.
Few farmers remembered and had evidence to see the way it once had been: husbandry, retaining of one’s own seed, tailored to one’s own land—the most productive producing and propagating the greatest seed so that in generations, it outperformed anything one could buy and managed in equal way. They noticed it on their own farm—when ceasing to buy wheat seed and keeping back their own for seasons straight. It was their first 100 bu/ac wheat harvest—and they even missed their final nitrogen pass to finish. Before, two years of seed retention, they would witness yield harvests climb; then buying back fresh wheat seed from different region, they returned back to lower yield and starting point again.
They don’t teach that in INDUSTRY literature. INDUSTRY literature is all with the purpose of something to sell. It’s for the interest of its advertisers, not the producers (no longer farmers) to which the literature is aimed. The producers are the product—at less their money, debt, and land—and the literature, like much in the modern age, is aimed to educate; which means to teach different so that past may be forgotten and, without roots and historical grounding, the future is ripe for the taking, raping, murder and annihilation of any last vestige natural and old so that all might be equally miserable, dependent, and forsaken.
LORD BUSINESS is a demon.
He looked on the scene before his eyes and thought of Van Gogh again.
Van Gogh saw the world as it would be: the one before him then, and the one that was to come—the misery, despair; coarse and alien imitation of near-to but not quite natural. Seeing, he took his life before future had its chance. Self-annihilation, demon marked and claimed his soul the same.