Many Of Us Who Walk To And

Once In A Lifetime, Perhaps, One Escapes The Actual Confines Of The Flesh. Once In A Lifetime, If One Is Lucky, One So Merges With Sunlight And Air And Running Water That Whole Eons, The Eons That Mountains And Deserts Know, Might Pass In A Single Afternoon Without Discomfort.

I Am Older Now, And Sleep Less, And Have Seen Most Of What There Is To See And Am Not Very Much Impressed Any More, I Suppose, By Anything.

One Does Not Meet Oneself Until One Catches The Reflection From An Eye Other Than Human.

The Plan Is Not What You Think.

Like The Herd Animals We Are, We Sniff Warily At The Strange One Among Us.