By Daily Dying, I Have Come To

The Visible Exhausts Me. I Am Dissolved In Shadow.

I Have Gone Into The Waste Lonely Places

Civilization Is Over-rated, But There Isn't Much Else.

Over Every Mountain There Is A Path, Although It May Not Be Seen From The Valley.

Beginnings Start Without Shade,thinner Than Minnows.the Live Grass Whirls With The Sun,feet Run Over The Simple Stones,there's Time Enough.behold, In The Lout's Eye, Love.