What Has Happened Makes The World. Live

I Did However Used To Think, You Know, In The Woods Walking, And As A Kid Playing In The Woods, That There Was A Kind Of Immanence There — That Woods, And Places Of That Order, Had A Sense, A Kind Of Presence, That You Could Feel; That There Was Something Peculiarly, Physically Present, A Feeling Of Place Almost Conscious ... Like God. It Evoked That.

O Love, Where Are You Leading Me Now?

For Love - I Would Split Open Your Head And Put A Candle In Behind The Eyes.

What A Great Thing! To Be A Writer! Words Are Something You Can Carry In Your Head. You Can Really 'travel Light.'

God Give You Pardon From Gratitude And Other Mild Forms Of Servitude.