The Stumbling-Forward Ache

"The last clear, definite function of man – muscles aching to work, minds aching to create beyond the single need – this is man... For man, unlike any other thing organic or inorganic in the universe, grows beyond his work, walks up the stairs of his concepts, emerges ahead of his accomplishments. This you may say of man – when theories change and crash, when schools, philosophies, when narrow dark alleys of thought, national, religious, economic, grow and disintegrate, man reaches, stumbles forward, painfully, mistakenly sometimes. Having stepped forward, he may slip back, but only half a step, never the full step back. This you may say of man and know it and know it. This you may say when the bombs plummet out of black planes on the market place, when prisoners are stuck like pigs, when the crushed bodies drain filthily in the dust. You may know it this way. If the step were not being taken, if the stumbling-forward ache were not alive, the bombs would not fall, the throats would not be cut. Fear the time when the bombs stop falling while the bombers live – for every bomb is proof that the spirit has not died. And fear the time when the strikes stop while the great owners live – for every little beaten strike is proof that the step is being taken. And this you can know – fear the time when Manself will not suffer and die for a concept, for this one quality is the foundation of Manself, and this one quality is man, distinctive in the universe."



John Steinbeck, The Grapes Of Wrath



This was one of the first images I shot for my Dustbowl series, a self portrait. The dress is actually a vintage dress, although I'm not sure it's *quite* as old as the Dustbowl.
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