Real Beauty Is So Deep You Have

My Faith Is In My Colleagues. And When I Meet Other Writers, Journalists, Who've Been Doing This For A Long Time, Trying To Make Us Aware Of What It Is That We're Living In, I Put My Faith In Those People.

To Allow Mystery, Which Is To Say To Yourself, 'there Could Be More...things We Don't Understand,' Is Not To Damn Knowledge....it Is To Permit Yourself An Extraordinary, Freedom: Someone Else Does Not Have To Be Wrong In Order That You Might Be Right...this Tolerance For Mystery Invigorates The Imagination; And It Is The Imagination That Gives Shape To The Universe.

Remember On This One Thing, Said Badger. The Stories People Tell Have A Way Of Taking Care Of Them. If Stories Come To You, Care For Them. And Learn To Give Them Away Where They Are Needed. Sometimes A Person Needs A Story More Than Food To Stay Alive. That Is Why We Put These Stories In Each Other's Memories. This Is How People Care For Themselves.

If There Is A Stage At Which An Individual Life Becomes Truly Adult, It Must Be When One Grasps The Irony In Its Unfolding And Accepts Responsibility For A Life Lived In The Midst Of Such Paradox.

The Land Retains An Identity Of Its Own, Still Deeper And More Subtle Than We Can Know. Our Obligation Toward It Then Becomes Simple: To Approach With An Uncalculating Mind, With An Attitude Of Regard...be Alert For Its Openings, For That Moment When Something Sacred Reveals Itself Within The Mundane, And You Know The Land Knows You Are There.