Over The Vast Plain I Wander, Observing

In The Twilight, It Was A Vision Of Power.

Man Is An Evasive Beast, Given To Cultivating Strange Notions About Himself. He Is Humiliated By His Simian Ancestry, And Tries To Deny His Animal Nature, To Persuade Himself That He Is Not Limited By Its Weaknesses Nor Concerned In Its Fate. And This Impulse May Be Harmless, When It Is Genuine. But What Are We To Say When We See The Formulas Of Heroic Self-deception Made Use Of By Unheroic Self-indulgence?

They Use Everything About The Hog Except The Squeal.

The Private Control Of Credit Is The Modern Form Of Slavery.

The Old Wanderlust Had Gotten Into His Blood, The Joy Of The Unbound Life, The Joy Of Seeking, Of Hoping Without Limit.