The Thing That Overwhelms Me When I

A Man Who Couldn't Make Things Go Right Could At Least Go. He Could Quit Trying To Get Out Of The Way Of Life. Chuck Routine. Live The Real Jeopardy Of Circumstance. It Was A Question Of Dignity.

Spirit Can Go Anywhere. In Fact, It Has To Go Places So It Can Change And Emerge Like In The Migrations. That's The Whole Idea.

Instead Of Insight, Maybe All A Man Gets Is Strength To Wander For A While. Maybe The Only Gift Is A Chance To Inquire, To Know Nothing For Certain. An Inheritance Of Wonder And Nothing More.

To Say Nothing Is Out Here Is Incorrect; To Say The Desert Is Stingy With Everything Except Space And Light, Stone And Earth Is Closer To The Truth.

For Me, Writing Is Not A Search For Explanations But A Ramble In Quest Of What Informs A Place, A Hunt For Equivalents.