A Path Is A Prior Interpretation Of

You Write Your Books. You Scatter Your Seeds. Rats Might Eat Them, Or They Might Rot. In California, Some Seeds Lie Dormant For Decades Because They Only Germinate After Fire, And Sometimes The Burned Landscape Blooms Most Lavishly.

I Roam Around A Lot In My Territory, But What I Learn At One End Inflects And Opens Up My Understanding At The Other.

Never To Get Lost Is Not To Live, Not To Know How To Get Lost Brings You To Destruction.

The Bigness Of The World Is Redemption. Despair Compresses You Into A Small Space, And A Depression Is Literally A Hollow In The Ground. To Dig Deeper Into The Self, To Go Underground, Is Sometimes Necessary, But So Is The Other Route Of Getting Out Of Yourself, Into The Larger World, Into The Openness In Which You Need Not Clutch Your Story And Your Troubles So Tightly To Your Chest.

There Are Disasters That Are Entirely Manmade, But None That Are Entirely Natural.