This Wild Swan Of A World Is

Hear The Music, The Thunder Of The Wings. Love The Wild Swan.

It Seems To Me That This Whole Alone Is Worthy Of The Deeper Sort Of Love; And That There Is Peace, Freedom, I Might Say A Kind Of Salvation, In Turning One's Affections Outward Toward This One God, Rather Than Inwards On One's Self, Or On Humanity, Or On Human Imaginations And Abstractions - The World Of The Spirits.

We Might Remember ... Not To Fear Death; It Is The Only Way To Be Cleansed.

Civilization Is A Transient Sickness.

The Love Of Freedom Has Been The Quality Of Western Man.