It Is Hard Going To The Door

I Did However Used To Think, You Know, In The Woods Walking, And As A Kid Playing In The Woods, That There Was A Kind Of Immanence There — That Woods, And Places Of That Order, Had A Sense, A Kind Of Presence, That You Could Feel; That There Was Something Peculiarly, Physically Present, A Feeling Of Place Almost Conscious ... Like God. It Evoked That.

Communication Is Mutual Feeling With Someone, Not A Didactic Process Of Information.

God Give You Pardon From Gratitude And Other Mild Forms Of Servitude.

For Love - I Would Split Open Your Head And Put A Candle In Behind The Eyes.

I Heard Words And Words Full Of Holes Aching.