Clouds Are No Deterrent. Clouds Intensify The

The Genius Of The Primitive Mind Is That It Can Render Human Helplessness In Noble And Beautiful Ways.

Time Seems To Pass. The World Happens, Unrolling Into Moments, And You Stop To Glance At A Spider Pressed To Its Web. There Is A Quickness Of Light And A Sense Of Things Outlined Precisely And Streaks Of Running Luster On The Bay. You Know More Surely Who You Are On A Strong Bright Day After A Storm When The Smallest Falling Leaf Is Stabbed With Self-awareness. The Wind Makes A Sound In The Pines And The World Comes Into Being, Irreversibly, And The Spider Rides The Wind-swayed Web.

She Became Confused When She Stepped Onto An Escalator That Wasn't Working.

He Said, "the Word For Moonlight Is Moonlight.

Be Willing To Die For Your Beliefs, Or Computer Printouts Of Your Beliefs.