We Can Outrun The Wind And The

Science Sees The Process Of Evolution From The Outside, As One Might A Train Of Cars Going By, And Resolves It Into The Physical And Mechanical Elements, Without Getting Any Nearer The Reason Of Its Going By, Or The Point Of Its Departure Or Destination.

Before The Bud Swells, Before The Grass Springs, Before The Plough Is Started, Comes The Sugar Harvest. It Is Sequel Of The Bitter Frost; A Sap Run Is The Sweet Goodbye Of Winter.

Then, Again, How Annoying To Be Told It Is Only Five Miles To The Next Place When It Is Really Eight Or Ten!

I Came From A Race Of Fishers; Trout Streams Gurgled About The Roots Of My Family Tree.

The Rocks Are Not So Close Akin To Us As The Soil; They Are One More Remove From Us; But They Lie Back Of All, And Are The Final Source Of All. ... Time, Geologic Time, Looks Out At Us From The Rocks As From No Other Objects In The Landscape.