I Read Like A Wolf Eats. I

If Books Could Have More, Give More, Be More, Show More, They Would Still Need Readers Who Bring To Them Sound And Smell And Light And All The Rest That Can’t Be In Books. The Book Needs You.

He Did Not Know How Long It Took, But Later He Looked Back On This Time Of Crying In The Corner Of The Dark Cave And Thought Of It As When He Learned The Most Important Rule Of Survival, Which Was That Feeling Sorry For Yourself Didn't Work. It Wasn't Just That It Was Wrong To Do, Or That It Was Considered Incorrect. It Was More Than That--it Didn't Work.

We Don’t Like To Think Of Ourselves As Prey—it Is A Lessening Thought—but The Truth Is That In Our Arrogance And So-called Knowledge We Forget That We Are Not Unique. We Are Part Of Nature As Much As Other Animals, And Some Animals—sharks, Fever-bearing Mosquitoes, Wolves And Bear, To Name But A Few—perceive Us As A Food Source, A Meat Supply, And Simply Did Not Get The Memo About How Humans Are Superior. It Can Be Shocking, Humbling, Painful, Very Edifying And Sometimes Downright Fatal To Run Into Such An Animal.

Things Seemed To Go Back And Forth Between Reality And Imagination--except That It Was All Reality.

I Can't Rightly Say Where Deciding To Write About The American Revolution Came From; I Had Bits And Pieces Of Information About The War And About The Country At That Time That I'd Collected Over The Years And, Of Course, I'm Comfortable In The Woods, So, Finally, It Just All Feel Into Place.