b'The very definition of quixotic is a society that imagines it can endure without roots and affection.Its as if the Invisible Hand had put a spell on us. Or the Dow Jones Industrial Average had hypnotized us. Or Rogue Algorithm had slipped a little something into our morning coffee. Global risks keep us in their thrall, while risks of the local kind freeze us in our tracks. Alibaba stock? Sure. A loan to a farm a few miles away? Not so sure. Risks of Kind One and Risks of Kind Two. Returns of Kind One and Returns of Many Other Kinds. Square peg and round hole. Silk purse? Sows ear? Who said you cant eat money? Obomsawim? Or was it Sakokowenonkwas? RFK had his own version of it, too, in words that were and are and would be, again, awfully remarkable for any presi-dential candidate: The Gross National Product measures neither our wit nor our courage. . . This must be what Alan Watts meant when he talked about climbing up the signpost instead of walking down the road. This must be what it feels like to follow a trail of bread crumbs back home. . . No, its not home. Weve never really been HERE before. . .Snap out of it!!. . .Ive been thinking about what youre saying, said someone in the audience at the 20th annual meeting of the Sustainable FarmingAssociation of Minnesota. Youre saying that Id be getting a loanfrom my neighbors. But I dont like some of my neighbors! A wave of laughter swept through the room.Youre right, came the reply. Transactions are one thing, relation-ships another. A whole other layer of relationships have to be taken into 30'