We Keep Secrets From Ourselves That All

We Are Nature. We Are Nature Seeing Nature. We Are Nature With A Concept Of Nature. Nature Weeping. Nature Speaking Of Nature To Nature.

It Is A Grief Over The Fate Of The Earth That Contains Within It A Joyful Hope, That We Might Reclaim This Earth.

Each Time I Write, Each Time The Authentic Words Break Through, I Am Changed. The Older Order That I Was Collapses And Dies. I Lose Control. I Do Not Know Exactly What Words Will Appear On The Page. I Follow Language. I Follow The Sound Of The Words, And I Am Surprised And Transformed By What I Record.

Even In The Grimmest Of Circumstances, A Shift In Perspective Can Create Startling Change.

Before A Secret Is Told, One Can Often Feel The Weight Of It In The Atmosphere.