Herds Of Reindeer Move Across Miles And

The Older Lives Like Not To Be Stood In Rows Or At Right Angles.

Clear, Unscaleable Ahead, Rise The Mountains Of Instead From Whose Cold, Cascading Streams None May Drink Except In Dreams

Though One Cannot Always Remember Exactly Why One Has Been Happy, There Is No Forgetting That One Was.

Let All Your Thinks Be Thanks.

We Are Lived By Powers We Pretend To Understand.