By Jonathan Porteous, Guest Opinion Contributor and Former Opinion Editor
“Every man is followed by a shadow which is his death — dark, featureless and mute. And for every man there is a place where his shadow is clarified and made his reflection, where his face is mirrored in the ground,” the American farmer and author Wendell Berry wrote almost 60 years ago. “He becomes the follower of what pursued him.”
I read these words, found near the end of Berry’s essay, “A Native Hill,” for the first ...
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