The Purpose Of Our Life Is To

Where To Begin? Do We Measure The Relaxing Of The Feet? The Moment When The Eye Glimpses The Hawk, When Instinct Functions? For In This Pure Action, This Pure Moving Of The Bird, There Is No Time, No Space, But Only The Free Doing-being Of This Very Moment -now!

I Think In Any Writing You're Paying Attention To Detail.

In Nonfiction, You Have That Limitation, That Constraint, Of Telling The Truth.

The Great Stillness In These Landscapes That Once Made Me Restless Seeps Into Me Day By Day, And With It The Unreasonable Feeling That I Have Found What I Was Searching For Without Ever Having Discovered What It Was.

I Was Just Very Interested In The American Frontier And The Growth Of Capitalism - Those Enormous Fortunes That Were Being Made, More Often Than Not, On The Blood Of Poor People, Black People, Indian People. They Were The Ones Who Paid Very Dearly For Those Great Fortunes.