My winter was dark. Death of two family cats. Fought like hell to stop feldspar/quartz mine from putting a tailings landfill within town city limits. Went up against a town council. One council member flipped through a magazine during the public hearing. Lost the fight. White dust from quartz mining is dangerous as coal dust. It is not pretty angel dust; it causes silicosis. But deals have been struck, the wagons pulled close. Voices silenced by the status quo.
Sometimes the voices of dead poets hit the exact nerve:
Fire and Ice
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
Robert Frost
