The Thing The Ecologically Illiterate Don't Realize

The Convoluted Wording Of Legalisms Grew Up Around The Necessity To Hide From Ourselves The Violence We Intend Toward Each Other. Between Depriving A Man Of One Hour From His Life And Depriving Him Of His Life There Exists Only A Difference Of Degree. You Have Done Violence To Him, Consumed His Energy.

The Joy Of Living, Its Beauty, Is All Bound Up In The Fact That Life Can Surprise You.

Anything Outside Yourself, This You Can See And Apply Your Logic To It. But It's A Human Trait That When We Encounter Personal Problems, These Things Most Deeply Personal Are The Most Difficult To Bring Out For Our Logic To Scan. We Tend To Flounder Around, Blaming Everything But The Actual, Deep-seated Thing That's Really Chewing On Us.

Any Road Followed Precisely To Its End Leads Precisely Nowhere. Climb The Mountain Just A Little Bit To Test It's A Mountain. From The Top Of The Mountain, You Cannot See The Mountain.

Prophets Have A Way Of Dying By Violence.