If There Is A Stage At Which

I Lay There Knowing Something Eerie Ties Us To The World Of Animals. Sometimes The Animals Pull You Backward Into It. You Share Hunger And Fear With Them Like Salt In Blood.

Over The Years, One Comes To Measure A Place, Too, Not Just For The Beauty It May Give, The Balminess Of Its Breezes, The Insouciance And Relaxation It Encourages, The Sublime Pleasures It Offers, But For What It Teaches. The Way In Which It Alters Our Perception Of The Human. It Is Not So Much That You Want To Return To Indifferent Or Difficult Places, But That You Want To Not Forget.

One Must Live In The Middle Of Contradiction, Because If All Contradiction Were Eliminated At Once Life Would Collapse.

The Attempt To Close The Gap Between What Is Known And What Is, Is The Temptation Behind The Apple In Genesis.

Eden Is A Conversation. It Is The Conversation Of The Human With The Divine. And It Is The Reverberations Of That Conversation That Create A Sense Of Place. It Is Not A Thing, Eden, But A Pattern Of Relationships, Made Visible In Conversation. To Live In Eden Is To Live In The Midst Of Good Relations, Of Just Relations Scrupulously Attended To, Imaginatively Maintained Through Time. Altogether We Call This Beauty.