J. L. Borges – The Garden of Forking Paths #1

‘I thought that man can be an enemy of other men, of the moments of other men, but not of a country: not of fireflies, words, gardens, streams of water, sunsets.’

I regret not stumbling upon this before the Independence day. Maybe the sentence come out of the blue in the story but it makes an universal observation, one worth keeping in our heads. Isn’t it the case that we confuse our country with those wicked people? Cold, fourious, angry arguing about the right way to live? But all this is so remote and so disconnected from the place itself. Parks, trees, birds and rivers. In no possible way you can hate such things. The place is what we love. As for the people, well, it depends.