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The Horn of Plenty



Horn of Plenty Remember this symbol? The cornucopia or horn of plenty? When I was a kid, I remember this symbol being very culturally significant in a way that I don’t see it as being anymore. We seem to be rapidly losing things to be thankful for at Thanksgiving. We feel like the “days of plenty” are behind us, but I have reason to argue that’s not the case at all.

My inspiration for this belief comes from Michael Pollan’s excellent book on gardening, Second Nature: A Gardener’s Education. Around page 142 he begins talking about a 30 pound Sibley squash which he grew, a so-called heirloom vegetable, passed from the Native Americans to the early settlers, the type of which is no longer grown commercially due most likely to its peculiarly ugly appearance.

I found what I think is that chapter of his book reproduced online (though only in cached form), which I will quote from here. In it, he is describing how he was marveling that this thirty pound behemoth vegetable could ever come from the earth:

Where did this thing, this great quantity of squash flesh, come from? The earth, we say, but not really; there’s no less earth here now than there was in May when I planted it; none’s been used up in its making. By all rights creating something this fat should require so great an expense of matter that you’d expect to find Sibley squashes perched on the lips of fresh craters. That they’re not, it seems to me, should be counted something of a miracle.

The first person to verify that indeed this is a miracle was a 17th-century scientist by the name of Van Helmont. He planted a willow sapling in a container that held 200 pounds of soil and, for five years, gave it nothing but water. At the end of that time, the tree was found to weigh 169 pounds, and the soil 199 pounds, 14 ounces—from just two ounces of soil had come 169 pounds of tree. Rich increase, indeed.

Before I harvested my Sibley and stopped to consider its provenance (and read about Van Helmont’s experiment), I had always thought of gardening as a zero-sum enterprise—that it was necessary to add as much to the garden (in the form of nutrients) as the produce I harvested removed from it. I assumed that I’d have to replace whatever my giant squash took from the soil or eventually nothing would grow in it. And though it is true that a monster squash like mine does deplete the soil of certain elements, their quantity is negligible; a small handful of compost could easily cover the deficit. But that deficit is much smaller than the sum total of matter my squash represents. Were I to leave it to rot on the vine, there would actually be a surplus in the garden’s accounts; the soil would be both richer in nutrients and greater in total mass than it was before I planted it. Much of the increase is water, of course. But the remarkable fact is: My Sibley, considered from the vantage of the entire planet’s economy of matter, represents a net gain. It is, in other words, a gift.

This is not exactly news, I know; Van Helmont could have told you as much 300 years ago, Shakespeare evidently sensed it, and so did all those Renaissance painters of cornucopia. But it’s something we seem to have lost sight of in recent years, as our concerns about the depletion of the Earth’s resources have mounted. We take it as an article of faith today that the Earth is running down, that we are using up its finite supplies of energy, fertility, and resources of all kinds. We’ve come to think of the Earth as a closed system; one of the age’s presiding metaphors is “spaceship Earth.”? Conceived as such, it’s easy to imagine the ship’s provisions gradually being exhausted; as more and more matter is converted into energy, we must eventually run out.

Entropy is the great faith of our time. Those who are most awed by it preach “limits to growth”—that we should consume our fixed, unreplenishable stores as slowly as possible. On a spaceship, this makes good sense. But the second law of thermodynamics, under which entropy increases as matter converts to energy, applies only to closed systems, and, as the environmentalist Barry Commoner points out, the global ecosystem is not a closed system. The Earth in fact is nothing like a spaceship, because new energy is continually pouring down on it, in the form of sunlight—free, boundless, virtually infinite sunlight. And sunlight come down to earth is used by the process of photosynthesis to create new plant matter. Plants, in other words, represent energy returned to matter—entropy undone, at least here on earth.

The lesson in this is not that we should feel free to waste our resources; it’s that our environmental problems may have more to do with our technologies and habits and economic arrangements than with the planet’s inherent limits or the burden of our numbers. All we could ever possibly need is given.

Entropy undone. I love that. Pollan’s simple piece blows away so many preconceived notions I have held. Plants are turning energy into matter all day, every day, all over the globe and they are offering it to us free, no strings attached - beyond that we continue to cultivate it, or to at the very least create conditions for it to continue growing. The horn of plenty has not disappeared. It is the essential mechanism of life on our planet!

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13 Reader Responses

  1. Darok Says:

    That was a really tremendous quote. I’m getting that book this weekend. Thanks for making me aware of this book - you’ve no idea how this just lifted my spirits!

  2. alistair Says:

    interesting experiment van helmont performed………scientific heresy of course. do you find the celebration of abundance to be on the wane tim? the choice is yours you know. now that your hands are firmly in and of the soil once again you are waking up to that possiblity…………

  3. Connie Says:

    Just stumbled across this wonderful place. And I’m a gardener from way back. I am at my happiest with dirt under my fingernails.

    I post at a little out of the way forum that’s filled with a nice bunch of odd ball types. And we recently were discussing plants and their psychedelic qualities.

    Here’s a little of some strange information that I ran across

    Re: The Psychedelic/Entheogenic Experience
    « Reply #25 on: June 09, 2006, 12:35:11 PM »

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    Now that makes it even more interesting. I have been kicking around this little thought ever since I started reading the Gnostic Gospels. There is a parable where Jesus is speaking to the disciples and he holds up a handful of grass and tells them that all the mysteries of the universe are contained in this little plant. The disciples have no idea what he is talking about. Grass, is just grass. How could that be important. This little passage has been bugging me, you know how someway you read something and your sub-concious just won’t let it go, but like the disciples, I am just it’s just grass. Well something tells me that Jesus was trying to tell us something very important.

    Just went back and read Genesis and the first life that God creates is plants.

    And found this very interesting article on plants and electricity -

    http://www.borderlands.com/newstuff/research/plant.htm

    Quote
    Plants are in a state of absolute fusion with their environment. When connected to audio monitors, plants behave as extremely sensitive thermal, barometric, hydrologic, chemical, and electromagnetic sensors. Responding to every nuance of natural expression, plants are sensory beings whose capacity exceeds the expectations of orthodox science.

    Plants respond to energetic applications not normally detected in conventional measuring devices. Because plants are living things, they are privy to biodynamic vectors which do not resolve into combinations of simple inert forces. In well controlled settings, plants evidence responses which are remarkably complex. In these responses, plants reveal themselves as far more developed beings than orthodox botany leads us to believe

    And a quote from the Essene Gospel of Peace
    THE GIFT OF LIFE IN THE HUMBLE GRASS

    It was in the month of Thebt, when the earth was covered with shoots of young grass after the rains, and the covering of emerald green was tender as the fine down of a baby chick. And it was on a bright sun-filled morning that Jesus gathered the new Brothers of the Elect round about him, that they might hear with their ears and understand with their hearts the teachings of their fathers, even as it was taught to Enoch of old.

    And Jesus sat beneath a gnarled and ancient tree, holding in his hands a small earthen pot; and in the pot was growing tender grass of wheat, the most perfect among all seed bearing herbs. And the tender grass within the pot was radiant with life, even as the grass and plants which covered the hills far into the distant fields and beyond. And Jesus stroked the grass in the pot with the hands, even as gently as he would touch the head of a little child.

    And Jesus said: “Happy are you, Sons of Light, for you have entered into the deathless way and you walk in the path of truth, even as did your fathers of old, who were taught by the Great Ones. With the eyes and ears of the spirit do you see and hear the sights and sounds of the kingdom of the Earthly Mother: the blue sky where dwells the angel of Air, the foaming river where flows the angel of Water, the golden light which streams from the angel of Sun. And I tell you truly, all these are within you as well as without; for your breath, your blood, the fire of life within you, all are one with the Earthly Mother.

    But of all these, and more, that most precious gift of your Earthly Mother is the grass beneath your feet, even that grass which you tread upon without thought. Humble and meek is the angel of Earth, for she has no wings to fly, nor golden rays of light to pierce the mist. But great is her strength and vast is her domain, for she covers the earth with her power, and without her the Sons of Men would be no more, for no man can live without the grass, the trees and the plants of the Earthly Mother. And these are the gifts of the angel of Earth to the Sons of Men.

    “But now I will speak to you of mysterious things, for I tell you truly, the humble grass is more than food for man and beast. it hides its glory beneath a lowly aspect, as it was told of a ruler of old that he visited the villages of his subjects disguised as a beggar, knowing they would tell many things to such a one, but would fall down in fear before their King. So does the humble grass hide its glory under its coat of humble green, and the Sons of Men walk on it, plough it, feed it to their beasts, but know not what secrets are hidden within it, even those secrets of everlasting life in the heavenly kingdoms.

    “But the Sons of Light will know what lies hidden in the grass, for it is given to them to bring comfort to the Sons of Men. Even so are we taught by the Earthly Mother with this -little handful of wheat in a simple pot, even the same earthen pot you use to drink milk and gather the honey of bees. Now the pot is filled with black soil rich with old leaves and moist with the dew of morning, even that most precious gift of the angel of Earth.

    Sorry if I am totally off base, out of whack, but your post filled me with hope and the mystery of “life”.

  4. SubstanceM Says:

    Connie, very nice.

  5. skip wiley Says:

    All of this great plant stuff is reminding me of “The Plants Respond,” a chapter title from Derrick Jensen’s A Language Older Than Words. This chapter tells the story of Clive Backster, creator of the Backster Zone Comparison Test, aka the Polygraph (Lie Detector) machine.

    Backster was in his office one day and, on a hunch, decided to attach the polygraph censors to a nearby plant. His goal (at the time) was to see if watering a plant would get a reaction (from the polygraph machine). With no luck at first, he thought hard about how a polygraph works — “on the principle that when people perceive a threat to their well-being, they physiologically respond in predictable ways”

    So I began to think about how I could threaten the well-being of the plant. First I tried putting a neighboring leaf in a cup of warm coffee. The plant, if anything, showed what I now recognize as boredom–it just kept trending downward.

    Then at thirteen minutes, fifty-five seconds chart time, the imagery entered my mind of burning the leaf I was testing. I didn’t verbalize, I didn’t touch the plant, I didn’t touch the equipment. The only new thing that could have been a stimulus for the plant was the mental image. Yet the plant went wild. The pen jumped right off the top of the chart.

    I went into the next office to get matches from my secretary’s desk, and lighting one, made a few feeble passes at a neighboring leaf. I realized, though, that I was already seeing such a saturation of reaction that more change wouldn’t be noticeable anyway. So I tried a different approach: I removed the threat by taking the matches back to the secretary’s desk. The plant calmed right back down.

    Immediately I understood something important was going on. There were no alternate explanations. There was no one else in the building, nobody else in the lab suite, and I simply wasn’t doing anything that would provide a mechanistic explanation. From that split-second my consciousness hasn’t been the same. My whole thought process, my whole priority system, has been devoted to looking into this.

    That is just the beginning. Aside from Jensen’s book (which spends an entire chapter talking about this), you can read an interview between Jensen and Backster here. Backster continued his research with plants in this regard, discovering some fascinating things. I cannot recommend this story enough!

  6. prunes Says:

    The tendency for entropy to increase in isolated systems is
    expressed in the second law of thermodynamics — perhaps the most
    pessimistic and amoral formulation in all human thought.

    -Principia Discordia

    Boltzmann, who developed statistical mechanics and the ‘heat death’ vision of a world degenerating into ultimate randomness committed suicide.

    A horror of entropy is based in mistaking probabilities for real things. A probablity is a quantitative description of a state of knowledge, nothing more.

    “Randomness” is always present, but always relative. Given any transcendental number and some integer offset of digits, read out the digits to a genius, they will appear completely random to him. Not just due to lack of computational power, but fundamentally, he cannot reverse-engineer the very simple formula which produces these numbers.

    If you mistake abstractions for reality, then you will be forced to a pessimistic conclusion, you have placed faith in non-existence. There are no atoms, forces, mass, energy, these are all recipricolly defined and have no meaning outside of statistical prediction. A wonderful technical book that can be found online is by ET Jaynes, “Probability Theory: The Logic of Science”. It proves definitively that probabilities (and therefore entropy) cannot be given the ontological status that entropy-pessimists believe.

    So why does randomness increase as time increases? All that means is that Nature escapes our predictive abilities, simply because something is random to you does not mean it is random to any possible observer. The order that underlies creation is a transcendental order that escapes description or capture, it is the same order that underlies our being, how can we continue to ignore it?

    Nevertheless, I am very interested in many crash-bloggers’ efforts to redefine their lives: the world is not outside of us, the world is inside of us, and tending to it tends to our selves.

  7. Lo-Fi Tribe » Blog Archive » Friday Scribe Jamboree 09152006 Says:

    […] Tim Boucher, another new member of Scribe, has posted an incredibly interesting article re: Michael Pollan’s book on gardening: “Second Nature: A Gardener’s Education.” Tim’s post, titled “Horn of Plenty is about Pollan’s idea of “Entropy Undone” as can be seen in the transformation of energy into matter by plants everywhere. It is incredibly interesting. Do give it a read! […]

  8. Tim Boucher Says:

    Prunes: that comment was amazing. Totally blew me away!

    Boltzmann, who developed statistical mechanics and the ‘heat death’ vision of a world degenerating into ultimate randomness committed suicide.

    Bingo!

    http://www.timboucher.com/journal/2006/09/10/suicide-genocide

    A horror of entropy is based in mistaking probabilities for real things. A probablity is a quantitative description of a state of knowledge, nothing more.

    Exactly! And this is one of my main points of contention against primitivism, Peak Oil, etc: they are mistaking their own extrapolations of what will happen for actual reality. They are ignoring the purpose of prophecy and of extrapolation: to warn people about what will happen if they don’t heed God’s word, and to encougare them to avoid the wrath of God. The purpose of prophecy is warning and a resultant change of action, not to plunge headlong into destruction

    PS. Connie, thanks so much for bringing this back home to gnosticism! Awesome

  9. Avi Solomon Says:

    chlorophyll=137 atoms=numerical equivalent of the word Kabala in Hebrew:)

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