After protesting this and that since the 50’s, I decided that opposition wouldn’t work. So in ‘72 I walked away from society, cut a hole in the bush, built a house in a barn, put in some plants and decided I’d live separately from society. I think a lot of people have decided that throughout history, disgusted with humanity.
It wasn’t long, I think a matter of weeks, when I’d completed that process that I thought well am I going to sit here for the rest of my life and let the bastards roll over everything? And I thought no, I’ll go back and I’ll fight.
But then I spent a couple of years deciding how I would fight, and I decided I wouldn’t fight with conventional weapons of any sort but I’d come back in with positivism, and with a system. Many of us had been defining what we didn’t want and I thought well it’s time to define what we do want, and largely that turned out to be permaculture.

Bill Mollison, In Grave Danger of Falling Food (via fuckyeahpermaculture)

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