Through the Prism

After passing through the prism, each refraction contains some pure essence of the light, but only an incomplete part. We will always experience some aspect of reality, of the Truth, but only from our perspectives as they are colored by who and where we are. Others will know a different color and none will see the whole, complete light. These are my musings from my particular refraction.

1.30.2008

Mmmmm

. . . “When my mother does not cook anything, I have to eat them three times a day,” Charlene said. . . .

Still, at about 5 cents apiece, the cookies are a bargain compared with food staples.

Merchants truck the dirt from the central town of Hinche to the La Salines market, a maze of tables of vegetables and meat swarming with flies. Women buy the dirt, then process it into mud cookies.

Carrying buckets of dirt and water up ladders to the roof of nearby Fort Dimanche, the former prison for which the slum is named, they strain out rocks and clumps on a sheet, and stir in shortening and salt. Then they pat the mixture into mud cookies and leave them to dry under the scorching sun. . . .


Haiti’s poor eating cookies made of dirt

2 Comments:

At 2/02/2008 9:53 AM, Blogger Hadrian said...

But surely, the free market will solve this problem, right?

 
At 2/02/2008 4:29 PM, Blogger Degolar said...

Hehe

 

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