Miracles
We Take For Granted
by
Robert Higgs
by Robert Higgs
I am writing
this post on Sunday evening, and I have just finished my supper.
For dessert, I had a fresh nectarine with vanilla ice cream. It
was heavenly.
Full disclosure:
Even though I am extremely fond of many other kinds of fruit, and
I do not think that life would be worth living without the banana
as a staple of my diet, I regard the nectarine as the queen of the
fruits.
The one I consumed
this evening came close to perfection: It had just recently ripened
fully and had gorgeous colors, inside and outside; its flesh was
firm, yet juicy, very sweet, but with enough fruity tanginess that
its taste still lingers lovingly on my tongue.
As I enjoyed
this heaven-sent delight, I thought to myself: This fruit was grown
in Chile. Here I sit, in my home in southeast Louisiana, in a rural
area, fifty miles from the nearest big city. Yet I am enjoying the
fruit (literally in this case) of someones labors in a land
many thousands of miles away. Its not the first time Ive
done so, either, and I fully expect to repeat this experience many
times in the future, should fortune decree that my life continue.
Indeed, this kind of consumption is a daily occurrence for me, as
it is for nearly everyone else in this country.
Yet,
how often do we pause to reflect on the near-miraculousness of this
manner of living? Fresh fruits delivered in the middle of winter
even to remote places all over this country! Who arranges this vast
and complex distribution so successfully? How is it even possible
to organize all the people who had to cooperate peacefully in order
to make my splendid dessert possible. I have no idea who planted
the fruit trees, tended them for years until they matured, picked
the fruit, packaged and transported it through successive stages
until it was ultimately placed on display in the grocery store I
patronize. Of course, every one of these unknown people had to have
the cooperation, directly or indirectly, of thousands of others,
who manufactured the equipment and materials they used, produced
the necessary fuels and lubricants, kept the accounts, insured the
properties, arranged the payments, and so on and on and on.
Many of us
have read Leonard Read's little classic I, Pencil. A
story much like that of Reads pencil might well be told of
millions of articles of commerce, which not only enrich our lives,
but, given the billions of people now living on this planet, make
possible life itself for the greater number of us.
So, this little
celebration of the magnificent, unfathomably complex market process
that made my dessert possible, I might well call I, Nectarine.
Oh, yes. For
my divine nectarine, I paid, as I recall, about 60 cents.
This first
appeared in The Beacon.
March
3, 2009
Robert
Higgs [send him mail] is
senior fellow in political economy at the Independent
Institute and editor of The
Independent Review. He
is also a columnist for LewRockwell.com. His
most recent book is Neither
Liberty Nor Safety: Fear, Ideology, and the Growth of Government.
He is also the author of Depression,
War, and Cold War: Studies in Political Economy, Resurgence
of the Warfare State: The Crisis Since 9/11 and Against
Leviathan: Government Power and a Free Society.
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© 2009 Robert Higgs
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