The Closer You Get To Real Matter,

But I Remember Seeing A Mess Of Leaves Suddenly Go Skittering In The Wind And Into The Creek, Then Floating Rapidly Down The Creek Towards The Sea, Making Me Feel A Nameless Horror Even Then Of 'oh My God, We're All Being Swept Away To Sea No Matter What We Know Or Say Or Do

You Can't Teach The Old Maestro A New Tune.

One Man Practicing Kindness In The Wilderness Is Worth All The Temples This World Pulls.

Ah, You Always Go For The Ones Who Don't Really Want You

For The First Time In My Life The Weather Was Not Something That Touched Me, That Caressed Me, Froze Or Sweated Me, But Became Me.