Some People Write To Please, To Soothe,

A Man Without A Horse Is Like A Man Without A Weapon: Stunted And Naked.

Of All Bores, The Worst Is The Sparkling Bore.

Cold Morning On Aztec Peak Fire Lookout. First, Build Fire In Old Stove. Second, Start Coffee. Then, Heat Up Last Night's Pork Chops And Spinach For Breakfast. Why Not? And Why The Hell Not?

To Meet God Or Medusa Face To Face, Even If It Means Risking Everything Human In Myself. I Dream Of A Hard And Brutal Mysticism In Which The Naked Self Merges With The Nonhuman World And Yet Somehow Survives Still Intact Individual, Separate. Paradox And Bedrock.

The Earth Is Real. Only A Fool, Milking His Cow, Denies The Cow's Reality.