It Started 25 Years Ago, When I

There Is A Fullness And Calmness There Which Can Come Only From Knowing Pain.

A Hero. You Want To Be One Of Those Rare Human Beings Who Make History, Rather Than Merely Watch It Flow Around Them Like Water Around A Rock.

Words Are The Light And Sound Of Our Existence, The Heat Lightning By Which The Night Is Illuminated.

Mystery. The Strangeness Of Place So Necessary To Some Creative Spirits. A Perfect Mixture Of The Classical Utopia And The Pagan Mystery.

Each Heart Has Its Graveyard, Each Household Its Dead, And Knells Ring Around Us Wherever We Tread, And The Feet That Awhile Made Our Pathway So Bright Pass On To A Land That Is Out Of Our Sight.