Streams And Mountains Never Stay The Same.

All That We Did Was Human, Stupid, Easily Forgiven, Not Quite Right.

A Reading Is A Kind Of Communion. The Poet Articulates The Semi-known For The Tribe.

Nature Is Not A Place To Visit. It Is Home.

Sometime In The Last Ten Years The Best Brains Of The Occident Discovered To Their Amazement That We Live In An Environment. This Discovery Has Been Forced On Us By The Realization That We Are Approaching The Limits Of Something.

With No Surroundings There Can Be No Path, And With No Path One Cannot Become Free.