The Eskimos Had Fifty-two Names For Snow

She Knows Herself To Be At The Mercy Of Events, And She Knows By Now That Events Have No Mercy.

Nature Full Strength Is More Than We Can Take, Adam One Used To Say. It's A Potent Hallucinogen, A Soporific, For The Untrained Soul. We're No Longer At Home In It. We Need To Dilute It. We Can't Drink It Straight. And God Is The Same. Too Much God And You Overdose. God Needs To Be Filtered.

Stick A Shovel Into The Ground Almost Anywhere And Some Horrible Thing Or Other Will Come To Light. Good For Trade, We Thrive On Bones; Without Them There'd Be No Stories.

You Fit Into Me Like A Hook Into An Eye A Fish Hook An Open Eye

Time Rises And Rises, And When It Reaches The Level Of Your Eyes You Drown.