When Riding My Old Harley A Ninety

As Mark Twain Said, 'i Love Wagner -- If Only They'd Cut Out All That Damned Singing!'

I Stand For What I Stand On.

We Are Befouling And Destroying Our Own Home, We Are Committing A Slow But Accelerating Race Suicide And Life Murder - Planetary Biocide. Now There Is A Mighty Theme For A Mighty Book But A Challenge To Which No Modern Novelist Or Poet Has Yet Responded. Where Is Our Melville, Our Milton, Our Thomas Mann When We Need Him Most?

Belief In God? An Afterlife? I Believe In Rock: This Apodictic Rock Beneath My Feet.

The Knowledge That Refuge Is Available, When And If Needed, Makes The Silent Inferno Of The Desert More Easily Bearable. Mountains Complement Desert As Desert Complements City, As Wilderness Complements And Completes Civilization.