In The Kingdom Of Bang And Blab.

I Lose And Find Myself In The Long Water. I Am Gathered Together Once More.

What's Important? That Which Is Dug Out Of Books, Or Out Of The Guts?

All Finite Things Reveal Infinitude: The Mountain With Its Singular Bright Shade Like The Blue Shine On Freshly Frozen Snow, The After-light Upon Ice-burdened Pines; Odor Of Basswood Upon A Mountain Slope, A Scene Beloved Of Bees; Silence Of Water Above A Sunken Tree: The Pure Serene Of Memory Of One Man,- A Ripple Widening From A Single Stone Winding Around The Waters Of The World.

In Our Age, If A Boy Or Girl Is Untalented, The Odds Are In Favor Of Their Thinking They Want To Write.

We Think By Feeling. What Is There To Know?