Light Is Constant, We Just Turn Over

I Think Probably One Of The Important Things That Happened To Me Was Growing Up In Idaho In The Mountains, In The Woods, And Having A Very Strong Presence Of The Wilderness Around Me. That Never Felt Like Emptiness. It Always Felt Like Presence.

Memory Is The Sense Of Loss, And Loss Pulls Us After It.

A Man Can Know His Father, Or His Son, And There Might Still Be Nothing Between Them But Loyalty And Love And Mutual Incomprehension.

There Are Worries That Seem To Me Sustained By The Love Of Worry. For Example, That People Are Reading From Screens, Or Listening To Recorded Books. Why Scold The Impulse To Enjoy Language And Narrative In Whatever Form It Takes?

When You Encounter Another Person, When You Have Dealings With Anyone At All, It Is As If A Question Is Being Put To You. So You Must Think, What Is The Lord Asking Of Me In This Moment, In This Situation?