Sabbath poem II, 1995

The best reward in going to the woods
Is being lost to other people, and
Lost sometimes to myself. I'm at the end
Of no bespeaking wire to spoil my goods;

I send no letter back I do not bring.
Whoever wants me now must hunt me down
Like something wild, and wild is anything
Beyond the reach of purpose not its own.

Wild is anything that's not at home
In something else's place. This good white oak
Is not an orchard tree, is unbespoke,
And it can live here by its will alone,

Lost to all other wills but Heaven's--wild.
So where I most am found I'm lost to you,
Presuming friend, and only can be called
Or answered by a certain one, or two.

From A Timbered Choir: The Sabbath Poems, 1979-97 (Counterpoint Press), [c] Wendell Berry.

BSG: Season 3

I just finished watching the end of Battle Star Galactica: Season 3 tonight, and I'm still not sure what to think. All Along the Watchtower was perhaps a bit much, but then it was proceeded by so much WTF? why not just throw the whole thing down the rabbithole? No real spoilers, but cut anyway for those of you who don't give a damn.

( There's too much confusion/I can't get no relief... )

P.S. I saw Razor before most of Season 3, which ruined one of the special surprises. So if you're going to get into this show, watch the miniseries followed by season 1-3, then Razor.