Along The Western Slopes Of The Oregon

It Isn't By Getting Out Of The World That We Become Enlightened, But By Getting Into The World…by Getting So Tuned In That We Can Ride The Waves Of Our Existence And Never Get Tossed Because We Become The Waves.

You're Making Sense, Old Man, A Sense Of Your Own. You're Not Crazy The Way They Think. Yes...i See.

Along The Western Slopes Of The Oregon Coastal Range . . . Come Look: The Hysterical Crashing Of Tributaries As They Merge Into The Wakonda Auga River . . .

The Job Of The Writer Is To Kiss No Ass, No Matter How Big And Holy And White And Tempting And Powerful.

If This Glorious Birth To Death Hassle Is The Only Hassle We Are Ever To Have ..if Our Grand Exhilarating Fight Of Life Is Such A Tragically Short Little Scrap Anyway,compared To The Eons Of Rounds Before And After-then Why Should One Want To Relinquish Even A Few Precious Seconds Of It?