b'risk. We can turn our investment caps around, get to know one another and local farmers and food entrepreneurs, allow for informality, and enjoy the simplicity of the words slow, small and local. This simplicity is deceptive. As is that of the word peace. I take from my bookshelf a small stack of books related to local food, including The Feeding Web by Joan Gussow, Rebuilding the Foodshed by Philip Ackerman-Leist, The Town That Food Saved by Ben Hewitt, A Garlic Testament by Stanley Crawford, and Financing Our Foodshed by Carol Peppe Hewitt. I go to my finance section and take The Battle for the Soul of Capitalism by John Bogle, The End of Wall Street by Roger Lowenstein, The Ascent of Money by Niall Ferguson, The Ecology of Commerce by Paul Hawken, and The White Paper by Satoshi Nakamoto, the developer of bitcoin. All of these touch on, albeit often quite indirectly, the violence of the modern economy. Not the military- industrial violence of armed aggression or oppression, but the kind of harm done when you try to substitute transactions for relationships. Tattered social fabric. Overtaxed natural systems. Balance sheets out of whack from cheap profits. Civility out of whack from cheap tweets. Metabolisms out of whack from cheap calories. When I glance back at my bookcase, I notice Jihad vs. McWorld by Benjamin Barber and I realize, once againoh, once again!, for the umpteenth time!, having forgotten or buried it umpteen times over the years!that what I find so meaningful, so beautiful about small 31'