Then Why Did You Tell Me?

I Would Like To Learn, Or Remember, How To Live.

I Breathed The Air Of History All Unaware, And Walked Oblivious Through Its Littered Layers.

The Sensation Of Writing A Book Is The Sensation Of Spinning, Blinded By Love And Daring.

There Is No Shortage Of Good Days. It Is Good Lives That Are Hard To Come By. A Life Of Good Days Lived In The Senses Is Not Enough. The Life Of Sensation Is The Life Of Greed; It Requires More And More. The Life Of The Spirit Requires Less And Less; Time Is Ample And Its Passage Sweet. Who Would Call A Day Spent Reading A Good Day? But A Life Spent Reading -- That Is A Good Life.

According To Inuit Culture In Greenland, A Person Possesses Six Or Seven Souls. The Souls Take The Form Of Tiny People Scattered Throughout The Body.