I Could Die In Peace, I Think,

And So There Would Always Be More To Remember That Could No Longer Be Seen...our History Is Always Returning To A Little Patch Of Weeds And Saplings With An Old Chimney Sticking Up By Itself...and Here I Look Ahead To The Resting Of My Case: I Love The House That Belonged To The Chimney, Holding It Bright In Memory, And Love The Saplings And The Weeds.

...i Was A Young Man. I Hardly Knew What I Knew, Let Alone What I Was Going To Know.

Nature Is Always Trying To Tell Us That We Are Not So Superior Or Independent Or Alone Or Autonomous As We May Think.

To Go In The Dark With A Light Is To Know The Light. To Know The Dark, Go Dark.

There Are No Unsacred Places; There Are Only Sacred Places And Desecrated Places.