Although My Grandmother Lived Out Her Long

We Are What We Imagine. Our Very Existence Consists In Our Imagination Of Ourselves. Our Best Destiny Is To Imagine, At Least, Completely, Who And What, And That We Are. The Greatest Tragedy That Can Befall Us Is To Go Unimagined.

The Landscape Of The American West Has To Be Seen To Believed And Has To Be Believed To Be Seen.

The Kiowas Reckoned Their Stature By The Distance They Could See.

He Used Both Hands When He Made The Bear. Imagine A Bear Proceeding From The Hands Of God.

There Was Only The Dark Infinity In Which Nothing Was. And Something Happened. At The Distance Of A Star Something Happened, And Everything Began. The Word Did Not Come Into Being, But It Was. It Did Not Break Upon The Silence, But It Was Older Than The Silence And The Silence Was Made Of It.