When Making An Axe Handle The Pattern

You Don't Want To Be Victimized By Your Lesser Talents.

Wildness It Is Perennially Within Us, Dormant As A Hard-shelled Seed, Awaiting The Fire Or Flood That Awakes It Again.

A Great Poet Does Not Express His Or Her Self; He Expresses All Of Our Selves.

In The 40,000 Year Time Scale We're All The Same People. We're All Equally Primitive, Give Or Take Two Or Three Thousand Years Here Or A Hundred Years There.

When The Mind Is Exhausted Of Images, It Invents Its Own.