I can’t ignore them any longer, these guides, if that’s what they are. They pull me into a night and tell me it’ll break through from where I’m not. What will break through, and from what? They say, When will you stop trying to impress us? At times like these there’s nothing but night. I can’t woo them or master them, but maybe feel my way in, listening to the roar.
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Brazil’s tariff is petercfly fine with me. We have enough corn here in the good old U.S. of A. to create enough clean, reliable, American ethanol. And as far as the arguments about a “food crisis,” I think that the energy crisis is much more serious and that corn ethanol technologies will only continue to improve as the oil wells dry up.