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Every once in a while, I like to look back at how certain things came to shape the world we live in—especially the quiet, invisible ones. Few are as silent and powerful as glyphosate, the most widely used herbicide on Earth. But before it was soaking into our soils and rivers, before it became a household name whispered with worry, it was just another chemical sitting on a lab shelf. By now you know its retail name well ‘Round-Up’, in 2018 it was reported this wonderful product earned Bayer (the company who sells it) over $4billion in a single year.
The Farm Beyond Barbed Wire - PART 2
Then one day, at age 28, a man comes along. He’d be considered overweight if his towering height didn’t hide most of it, covered in tattoos, his head shaved, grey stubble on his face, and deep lines that each have their own story. We strike up a conversation over dinner at a mine camp. He starts to explain who he is, his voice deeper but wiser than Vin Diesel. “I am the new HR manager,” he reveals without much expression. “How is your project going?” he asks without much interest. I'm not sure who he met that day or what I said in return, it seems so long ago, but it was the beginning of a friendship. He gave me a journal and told me to write in it. At first I laughed and told him only my sisters kept a diary. He didn't laugh or respond in any way, he just sat there completely unamused and stared straight through me. After a humiliated silence, I asked him what to write about and he replied, “Sorry, can’t give you any directions on that, it's your book, your life.” “But what if nothing comes to me?” I impatiently retorted. “Eventually something will come,” he said, with eyebrows lifting, showing the first sign of emotion. For weeks I looked at blank pages...
The Farm Beyond Barbed Wire
Since leaving the city for farming, I’ve mostly shared the outer journey — the visible changes, the easy stories fit for newsletters and social media. Only fragments of the inner journey have slipped through. The truth is, the outer journey is only the tip of the iceberg piercing the ocean’s skin. Beneath lies the real odyssey: a wilderness, a labyrinth, where world-swallowing fear and boundless love wait side by side. It begins like this: a boy grows up without asking much. Life is a stream of small pleasures, never looking back, following appetite and impulse. One day he looks up and finds himself a man in his mid-twenties, finally in a position that lets him breathe. He’s rubbing shoulders with someone who teaches him to journal. He reads books for the first time and, like Alice, falls down a rabbit hole. When he surfaces, the world he returns to has shifted. He no longer belongs to it. He peers down on his conversations as though they belonged to someone else, a play performed below his balcony. For the first time, he catches sight of himself and voices that timeless question.