Here I Am, Safely Returned Over Those

How Could I Say That I Wished To Penetrate The Secrets Of The Mountains In Search Of Something Still Unknown That, Like The Yeti, Might Well Be Missed For The Very Fact Of Searching?

In Zazen, One Is One's Present Self, What One Was, And What One Will Be, All At Once.

I Can Watch Elephants (and Elephants Alone) For Hours At A Time, For Sooner Or Later The Elephant Will Do Something Very Strange... There Is Mystery Behind That Masked Gray Visage, And Ancient Life Force, Delicate And Mighty, Awesome And Enchanted, Commanding The Silence Ordinarily Reserved For Mountain Peaks, Great Fires, And The Sea.

I ... Had What Kierkegaard Called 'the Sickness Of Infinitude,' Wandering From One Path To Another With No Real Recognition That I Was Embarked Upon A Search, And Scarcely A Clue As To What I Might Be After. I Only Knew That At The Bottom Of Each Breath There Was A Hollow Place That Needed To Be Filled.

Alec Wilkinson Is A Spare, Clear, And Lucid Writer Who Works In Stylistic Simplicity With Material That Is Not Simple At All.