Thought of the morning

Woke up this morning to a nice thunderstorm, grabbed a Coke Zero as I rushed out the door (was almost late again!), and drove the daily 26 minutes (according to Mapquest, it is supposed to take 34) to the office. The fields have a surreal magesty to them under overcast skies. So, sitting in the office, I began to work on the pesticide training again, and I started thinking about how painfully ironic it is that these campesinos, people who work long days with the food that will eventually find its way to our tables, have to humble themselves to come into an office and ask for cans of green peas, sweet corn, and diced tomatoes as a way of sustaining themselves and their families. How can such a basic necessity, like food, be subject to such an inbalance of power and distribution? Is it human nature? Is it animal nature? This won't just be the thought of the morning, I think this is going to be something to wrestle with for the rest of the summer and the rest of my life...