The Substance Of The Winds Is Too

Some People Miss Flesh As A Drunkard Misses His Dram.

...every Sight And Sound Inspiring, Leading One Far Out Of Himself, Yet Feeding And Building Up His Individuality.

Wherever We Go In The Mountains, We Find More Than We Seek.

Another Glorious Day, The Air As Delicious To The Lungs As Nectar To The Tongue.

I Am Losing Precious Days. I Am Degenerating Into A Machine For Making Money. I Am Learning Nothing In This Trivial World Of Men. I Must Break Away And Get Out Into The Mountains To Learn The News