No Temple Made With Hands Can Compare

Come To The Woods, For Here Is Rest.

The Substance Of The Winds Is Too Thin For Human Eyes, Their Written Language Is Too Difficult For Human Minds, And Their Spoken Language Mostly Too Faint For The Ears.

The World, We Are Told, Was Made Especially For Man - A Presumption Not Supported By All The Facts... Why Should Man Value Himself As More Than A Small Part Of The One Great Unit Of Creation?

Man Is Always And Everywhere A Blight On The Landscape.

Going To The Mountains Is Going Home.