This reminds me of a short story I read somewhere.
During WWII, when the Nazis occupied parts of Russia, a Russian farmer opted to stay at his farm, while his neighbor fled. During the years of occupation, every now and then, in the night, the farmer who stayed would move the ENTIRE fence that separated the 2 farms, a little at a time, into his neighbor’s territory. At the end of war, after the Nazis were defeated, the farmer who fled returns to find that his entire orchard now belongs to his neighbor. Without a map – you have no territory!
I also like the lines from the song – Us and Them – by The Pink Floyd
Forward he cried from the rear
And the front rank died
And the General sat, as the lines on the map
Moved from side to side
The word is not the thing. – Same Dude
This reminds me of a short story I read somewhere.
During WWII, when the Nazis occupied parts of Russia, a Russian farmer opted to stay at his farm, while his neighbor fled. During the years of occupation, every now and then, in the night, the farmer who stayed would move the ENTIRE fence that separated the 2 farms, a little at a time, into his neighbor’s territory. At the end of war, after the Nazis were defeated, the farmer who fled returns to find that his entire orchard now belongs to his neighbor. Without a map – you have no territory!
I also like the lines from the song – Us and Them – by The Pink Floyd
Forward he cried from the rear
And the front rank died
And the General sat, as the lines on the map
Moved from side to side