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- Growth Has Its Season. There Are Spring And Summer, But There Are Also Fall And Winter. And Then Spring And Summer Again. As Long As The Roots Are Not Severed, All Is Well And All Be Well.

There Are Many Types Of Participation. One Can Observe So Intensely That One Becomes Part Of The Action, But Without Being An Active Participant.

As I Go To Sleep I Remember What My Father Said-that One Can Never Be Sure If One Will Awake. The Way My Health Is Now, This Is Becoming More And More Real.

I Suppress In My Prose Any Language Which Calls Attention To Itself.

There's A Place Beyond Words Where Experience First Occurs To Which I Always Want To Return. I Suspect That Whenever I Articulate My Thoughts Or Translate My Impulses Into Words, I Am Betraying The Real Thoughts And Impulses Which Remain Hidden.