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The Fertile Fields

A grain of sand does not know that it is part of a beach, but that does not surprise us for we do not expect grains of sand to think at all; yet it is far too common a person who does not realize they are part of a society, where individual action can create waves of change, and a lone voice can stop the world. Miles wrote this speech with fervent idealism, fueled by his pragmatism; he was fully aware that the vast majority of readers would enjoy the monologue and simply move on, accepting it as just a part of the story, and he appreciated that a few would take time to savor it, maybe memorize it and use it as an audition piece, but he wrote with such intense conviction for the rare person who would take it to heart, who would see it as a message greater than the story. Miles didn’t live to see his words invoke change, but in a pathetic library that had practically given up on being a library-with televisions and computers and walls devoted to tabloids-on a drowsy Tuesday morning in the distant future, a precocious pre-teen named Scott, under the influence of the Rolling Stones, pulled a copy of ‘Wild Horses’ by Miles Chalem; it took him three hours to devour the book, a novel he read at least once a year for the rest of his extraordinary life, a life measured in milestones. His daughter’s eulogy was simple: “If you want to change the world, first you have to change minds.”

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3 thoughts on “The Fertile Fields

  1. everythreeminutes on said:

    i enjoy how you spiral events upon one another, then wrap them in beauty. This one is especially marked by transitional grace.

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