Le Tour de Babel
Le Tour de Babel A wise man says, In days of yore men were held hostage to nature’s whims. Men depended on the rains and lightning bolts (God sent). Irrigation and nitrogen fixing. Rotation of crops, plough under the harvested plants. Seven-year cycle. The Sabbath year: rest, rejuvenation, return to full vigor. That’s God's design. “Follow me. I will send rain in due season.” Not so today, we proudly proclaim. Our chemists and scientists are mighty. We create seeds immune to disease and severe climes! Chemicals, compounded in exacting proportions, can bypass cycles or rest. Can intent be defaulted? Famines have been held back, not altogether banished. Feed the multitudes. Selfishness remains; waste on one hand, hunger on the other. Vive la liberte’! Free from nature's ‘shackles’? Freedom from God? Smacks of Shinar’s ziggurat. The tower is toppling! The very life-giving springs are spewing poison. Oceans and seas collect and store poisons. Ask my friend,