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Thursday, February 12, 2009
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A fence, at its simplest, is a line. It is the definition of desire. On one side, there is what we want; on the other side, what we don't. What belongs, what does not belong; accepted, unacceptable. Of course, more than a line, a fence is also a barrier. It not only designates, it separates. It ensures no mixing, no mingling, no internecine traffic. A fence is not unlike an ocean: over here, the island of us; over there, the island of them. Except that a fence, unlike an ocean, can be moved. You can put it where you see fit. Likewise, if a location is unacceptable, a fence can be removed. And where are you then? How can two distinct classes exist - food, bad, desirable, undesirable - if there is nothing to delineate them?
- Out of Eden, Alan Burdick
this, my friends, is from the book i read for bio
+ posted by M @ 5:58 AM
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