Seeing himself as a tiny member of a world he cannot comprehend or master or in any final sense possess, he cannot possibly think of himself as a god. And by the same token, since he shares in, depends upon, and is graced by all of which his a part, neither can he become a fiend; he cannot descend into the final despair of destructiveness .... He embodies the passing of human time, living and dying within the human limits of grief and joy.
- - Wendell Berry, The Unsettling of America
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