When The Eyes Of The Flesh Are

From Two Ears That Had Grown Side By Side, The Grains Of One Shot Up Joyfully Into The Light, Projecting Themselves Into The Future, And The Grains From The Other Lay Still In The Earth And Rotted; And Nobody Knew Why.

Give The People A New Word And They Think They Have A New Fact.

Miracles Surround Us At Every Turn If We But Sharpen Our Perceptions Of Them.

New Things Are Always Ugly.

Setting ... Is Accident. Either A Building Is Part Of A Place, Or It Is Not. Once That Kinship Is There, Time Will Only Make It Stronger.