Horses Have Made Civilization Possible.

Poetry Is An Act Of Distillation. It Takes Contingency Samples, Is Selective. It Telescopes Time. It Focuses What Most Often Floods Past Us In A Polite Blur.

Ecstasy Is What Everyone Craves - Not Love Or Sex, But A Hot-blooded, Soaring Intensity, In Which Being Alive Is A Joy And A Thrill. That Enravishment Doesn't Give Meaning To Life, And Yet Without It Life Seems Meaningless.

It Began In Mystery, And It Will End In Mystery, But What A Savage And Beautiful Country Lies In Between.

It's Animal By Animal That You Save A Species.

Who Would Drink From A Cup When They Can Drink From The Source?