A man who cultivates a garden, the way Voltaire wanted.
One who is grateful there is music in the world.
Who delights in knowing where words come from.
Two workmen who, in a cafe in the South, play chess silently.
The potter who deliberates over form and colour.
The typesetter who lays out this page well but still is not pleased
A woman and a man reading the last tercets of a certain canto.
One who strokes a sleeping animal.
Who justifies, or wishes to, a wrong done to him.
Who is grateful for Stevenson,
Who prefers others to be right.
These are people who, ignored, are saving the world.
by Jorge Luis Borges, 1899-1986, Argentina
translated by Kurt Heinzelman
Rambling At The Bridge Head 