And Sure, I Know If You Eat

If Dandelions Were Rare And Fragile, People Would Knock Themselves Out To Pay $14.95 A Plant, Raise Them By Hand In Greenhouses, And Form Dandelion Societies And All That. But, They Are Everywhere And Don't Need Us And Kind Of Do What They Please. So We Call Them Weeds And Murder Them At Every Opportunity

Why Is Love Easy? I Don’t Know. And The Raccoons Don’t Say.

To Insist On One's Place In The Scheme Of Things And To Live Up To That Place.to Empower Others In Their Reaching For Some Place In The Scheme Of Things.to Do These Things Is To Make Fairy Tales Come True.

It's Just This: That There Are Places We All Come From-deep-rooty-common Places- That Makes Us Who We Are. And We Disdain Them Or Treat Them Lightly At Our Peril. We Turn Our Backs On Them At The Risk Of Self-contempt. There Is A Sense In Which We Need To Go Home Again-and Can Go Home Again. Not To Recover Home, No. But To Sanctify Memory.

The Winding Down Of Summer Puts Me In A Heavy Philosophical Mood.