Now All My Teachers Are Dead Except

Obviously A Garden Is Not The Wilderness But An Assembly Of Shapes, Most Of Them Living, That Owes Some Share Of Its Composition, It’s Appearance, To Human Design And Effort, Human Conventions And Convenience, And The Human Pursuit Of That Elusive, Indefinable Harmony That We Call Beauty. It Has A Life Of Its Own, An Intricate, Willful, Secret Life, As Any Gardener Knows. It Is Only The Humans In It Who Think Of It As A Garden. But A Garden Is A Relationship, Which Is One Of The Countless Reasons Why It Is Never Finished.

The Story Of Each Stone Leads Back To A Mountain.

I Say To My Breath Once Again, Little Breath Come From In Front Of Me, Go Away Behind Me, Row Me Quietly Now, As Far As You Can, For I Am An Abyss That I Am Trying To Cross.

The Global Warming Is Going On. These Are Not Single Cases. These Are All Part Of A General Way We've Been Looking At The World. As Long As We Look At The World That Way It's Going To Go On. Because The Idea That The Important Thing Is For Some People Get Rich While The Rest Of The People Work For Them Is Very Deeply Dug In...

If There'd Been A Better-balanced Society, Where There Were Other Ways Of Making A Decent Living, I Think It Might Have Been Different. That's Not The Way This Setup Work.