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Every Man Is Made Of Clay And Diamond, And No Woman Can Nourish Both.

Try And Travel With The Eyes Of The Spirit Wide Open, And Not Too Much Factual Information. To Tune In, Without Reverence, Idly -- But With Real Inward Attention. It Is To Be Had For The Feeling, That Mysterious Sense Of Rapport, Of Identity With The Ground. You Can Extract The Essence Of A Place Once You Know How. If You Just Get As Still As A Needle You'll Be There.

A City Becomes A World When One Loves One Of Its Inhabitants.

We Are All Hunting For Rational Reasons For Believing In The Absurd.

Prohibitions Create The Desire They Were Intended To Cure.