Every Walker Is A Guard On Patrol

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

We Know Less When We Erroneously Think We Know Than When We Recognize That We Don't.

For Many Years, I Have Been Moved By The Blue At The Far Edge Of What Can Be Seen, That Color Of Horizons, Of Remote Mountain Ranges, Of Anything Far Away. The Color Of That Distance Is The Color Of An Emotion, The Color Of Solitude And Of Desire, The Color Of There Seen From Here, The Color Of Where You Are Not. And The Color Of Where You Can Never Go.

We Have Only The Language For Fun And Miserable, And Maybe We Need Language For Deep And Shallow, Meaningful And Meaningless.

How Will You Go About Finding That Thing The Nature Of Which Is Totally Unknown To You?