People of the Book

People of The Book

As I try to prepare for my move abroad to teach so that I can make money and get experience and resumes and student loans to repair. I AM TERRIFIED. I'm scared because the school hasn't contacted me. I'm scared because I hate little kids. Because I'm kind of poor. AND I AM PISSED at a system that makes me think about shit like this. I should just be able to set out with a bag and travel the world. While I would, but “The Man” will no longer tolerate my sleeping in forests, or the idea of hospitality where I work on a farm for a day, having just showed up there, and they let me crash for the night. I'm going to miss my friends, my family, my city, my security. Anyway...

The title is an usually obvious and singular allusion to Jews but I'd like to expand it to the culture that has developed today. I've been reading a lot lately; it almost fills the void and makes me feel like I'm doing something with my time.

I believe that books and writing have become the most wide-spread religion of the world.

They're sacred to so many people. We can't burn them; we digitize their ways trying to extend their immortality. I'm guilty of the same even as I type right now.

Please do not mistake me: I am well read and value my literacy and the knowledge it's afforded me. And anyone who actively disdains reading will receive the sentiment tenfold from me. Yet.....I can't but wonder when I'm reading why I'm not building something or cultivating something or why I am not a ninja bad-ass warrior.

There are farmers in India cultivating and maintaining grain diversity who are not only generally intelligent but have a huge set of knowledge—they're illiterate.

If some apocalyptic change happens, be it the dread “Climate Change”, a war or even a zombie virus. Will these hours behind the paper help me survive? Will I be able to fix our car or walk without water or fight or farm? I'm just sick of the perpetuating, intellectual masturbation and think that we should all be more well-rounded.