An Urban Novelist Never Minds A Little

The Body, The Mind, And The Spirit Don't Form A Pyramid, They Form A Circle. Each Of Them Runs Into The Other Two. The Body Isn't Below The Mind And The Spirit; From The Point Of View It's Between Them. If You Reside Too Much In The Mind, Then You Get Too Abstract And Cut Off From The World. You Long For The Spiritual Life, But You Can't Get To It, And You Fall Into Despair. The Exercise Of The Senses Frees You From Abstraction And Opens The Way To Transcendence.

When I Went To First Grade And The Other Children Said That Their Fathers Were Farmers, I Simply Didn't Believe Them. I Agreed In Order To Be Polite, But In My Heart I Knew That Those Men Were Impostors, As Farmers And As Fathers, Too. In My Youthful Estimation, Laurence Cook Defined Both Categories. To Really Believe That Others Even Existed In Either Category Was To Break The First Commandment.

A Child Who Is Protected From All Controversial Ideas Is As Vulnerable As A Child Who Is Protected From Every Germ. The Infection, When It Comes- And It Will Come- May Overwhelm The System, Be It The Immune System Or The Belief System.

I Discovered That The Horse Is Life Itself, A Metaphor But Also An Example Of Life's Mystery And Unpredictability, Of Life's Generosity And Beauty, A Worthy Object Of Repeated And Ever Changing Contemplation.

When People Leave, They Always Seem To Scoop Themselves Out Of You.