Their Silence Comfortable. Something Unfolding. But What?

Walking On The Land Or Digging In The Fine Soil I Am Intensely Aware That Time Quivers Slightly, Changes Occurring In Imperceptible And Minute Ways, Accumulating So Subtly That They Seem Not To Exist. Yet The Tiny Shifts In Everything--cell Replication, The Rain Of Dust Motes, Lengthening Hair, Wind-pushed Rocks--press Inexorably On And On.

Develop Craftsmanship Through Years Of Wide Reading.

If Life Was An Arc Of Light That Began In Darkness, Ended In Darkness, The First Part Of His Life Had Happened In Ordinary Glare. Here It Was As Though He Had Found A Polarized Lens That Deepened And Intensified All Seen Through It.

It Takes A Year, Nephew... A Full Turn Of The Calendar, To Get Over Losing Someone.

...all Them Things I Don't Know Could Get You Killed If I Come To Know Them