Land is real. Immortal, as the fruits of lifetimes’ labors cannot be on Time’s grand scale. Just as the ancient bronzesmith leaves no fingerprint on our towers of steel, so today’s great achievements will someday be invisible within the great machines that are to us the future, and to distant generations trash. Yet after a million sunsets there will still be acres, dirt, and dawn. The Earth is real, and one who owns a sliver of her owns something eternal.
