If They Put An Iron Circle Around

You Looked At Me Then Like You Knew Me, And I Thought It Really Was Eden, And I Couldn't Take Your Eyes In Because I Was Loving The Hoof Marks On Your Cheeks.

And Wouldn't You Know He'd Be A Singing Man.

Our Ancestors Are An Ever Widening Circle Of Hope.

All Art Is Knowing When To Stop.

At Some Point In Life The World's Beauty Becomes Enough. You Don't Need To Photograph, Paint Or Even Remember It. It Is Enough.