Something Begins, Begins; Starlit And Sunlit, Something

We Do Not Fight For The Real But For Shadows We Make. A Flag Is A Piece Of Cloth And A Word Is A Sound, But We Make Them Something Neither Cloth Nor A Sound, Totems Of Love And Hate, Black Sorcery-stones.

Our Fathers And Ourselves Sowed Dragon's Teeth. Our Children Know And Suffer The Armed Men.

It Is Better The Truth Should Come Little By Little. I Have Learned That, Being A Priest. Perhaps, In The Old Days, They Ate Knowledge Too Fast.

Ironically The Blog Has Re-opened The Essay As A Good Form For Me. I Like To Look And Make Commentary! If I Sense My Essays Are Good, I Try To Resubmit To Another Place In Pulp And Several Of Them Have Been Variously Published In Newspapers And Magazines.

I Have Fallen In Love With American Names, The Sharp Names That Never Get Fat, The Snakeskin-titles Of Mining-claims, The Plumed War-bonnet Of Medicine Hat, Tucson And Deadwood And Lost Mule Flat.