When Experience Flies Into Realms That Language

There Are Many Things Worth Telling That Are Not Quite Narrative. And Eternity Itself Possesses No Beginning, Middle Or End. Fossils, Arrowheads, Castle Ruins, Empty Crosses: From The Parthenon To The Bo Tree To A Grown Man's Or Woman's Old Stuffed Bear, What Moves Us About Many Objects Is Not What Remains But What Has Vanished. There Comes A Time, Thanks To Rivers, When A Few Beautiful Old Teeth Are All That Remain Of The Two-hundred-foot Spires Of Life We Call Trees. There Comes A River, Whose Current Is Time, That Does A Similar Sculpting In The Mind.

Punctuationally Speaking, Wonder Is A Period At The End Of A Statement We've Long Taken For Granted, Suddenly Looking Up And Seeing The Sinuous Curve Of A Tall Black Hat On Its Head, And Realizing It Was A Question Mark All Along.

... The Best Way To Strip The Allure And Dreaminess From A Lifelong Dream Is, Very Often, Simply To Have It Come True.

As A Lifelong Student Of The World’s Wisdom Literature, It Is My Duty To Inform Students That “ridding The World Of Evil” Is A Goal Very Different From Any Recommended By Jesus, Buddha, Or Muhammad, Though Not So Different From Some Recommended By The Josephs Stalin And Mccarthy And By Mao Tse Tung.

We Hear Nothing So Clearly As What Comes Out Of Silence.