Love Is A Deeper Season Than Reason;

And The Reason That I Laugh And Breathe Is Oh Love

At Least The Pilgrim Fathers Used To Shoot Indians: The Pilgrim Children Merely Punch Time Clocks.

All Nothing's Only Our Hugest Home; The Most Who Die, The More We Live

The Eyes Of My Eyes Are Opened.

We Do Not Believe In Ourselves Until Someone Reveals That Deep Inside Us Something Is Valuable, Worth Listening To, Worthy Of Our Trust, Sacred To Our Touch. Once We Believe In Ourselves We Can Risk Curiosity, Wonder, Spontaneous Delight Or Any Experience That Reveals The Human Spirit.