A Book Is A Heart That Only

A Book Is A Heart That Only Beats In The Chest Of Another.

Sometimes A Few Passionate People Change The World; Sometimes They Start A Mass Movement And Millions Do.

When Someone Doesn't Show Up, The People Who Wait Sometimes Tell Stories About What Might Have Happened And Come To Half Believe The Desertion, The Abduction, The Accident. Worry Is A Way To Pretend That You Have Knowledge Or Control Over What You Don't--and It Surprises Me, Even In Myself, How Much We Prefer Ugly Scenarios To The Pure Unknown. Perhaps Fantasy Is What You Fill Up Maps With Rather Than Saying That They Too Contain The Unknown.

The Fight For Free Space-for Wilderness And For Public Space-must Be Accompanied By A Fight For Free Time To Spend Wandering In That Space. Otherwise The Individual Imagination Will Be Bulldozed Over For The Chain-store Outlets Of Consumer Appetite, True-crime Titillations, And Celebrity Crises.

The Famous Zen Parable About The Master For Whom, Before His Studies, Mountains Were Only Mountains, But During His Studies Mountains Were No Longer Mountains, And Afterward Mountains Were Again Mountains Could Be Interpreted As An Alleory About [the Perpetual Paradox That When One Is Closest To A Destination One Is Also The Farthest).