Being Alive Was All Right Then: He

But As Long As You Remember What You Have Seen, Then Nothing Is Gone. As Long As You Remember, It Is Part Of This Story We Have Together.

But Sometimes What We Call 'memory' And What We Call 'imagination' Are Not So Easily Distinguished.

The Snow ... Came In Thick Tufts Like New Wool - Washed Before The Weaver Spins It.

Night. Heavenly Delicious Sweet Night Of The Desert That Calls All Of Us To Love Her. The Night Is Our Comfort With Her Coolness And Darkness. On Wings, On Feet, On Our Bellies, Out We All Come To Glory In The Night.

He Made A Story For All Of Them, A Story To Give Them Strength. The Words Of The Story Poured Out Of His Mouth As If They Had Substance, Pebbles And Stone Extending To Hold The Corporal Up...knees From Buckling...hands From Letting Go Of The Blanket.