... A Man Leaves Much When He

Any Time You're Throwin Dirt You're Losin Ground.

The Names Of The Cerros And The Sierras And The Deserts Exist Only On Maps. We Name Them That We Do Not Lose Our Way. Yet It Was Because The Way Was Lost To Us Already That We Have Made Those Names. The World Cannot Be Lost. We Are The Ones. And It Is Because These Names And These Coordinates Are Our Own Naming That They Cannot Save Us. They Cannot Find For Us The Way Again.

Borrowed Time And Borrowed World And Borrowed Eyes With Which To Sorrow It.

In Dreams It Is Often The Case That The Greatest Extravagances Seem Bereft Of Their Power To Astonish And The Most Improbable Chimeras Seem Commonplace.

For Even If You Should Have Stood Your Ground, He Said, Yet What Ground Was It?