Why So Scrawny, Cat? Starving For Fat

The Basis Of Art Is Change In The Universe.

Collecting All The Rains Of May The Swift Mogami River.

Between Our Two Lives There Is Also The Life Of The Cherry Blossom.

The Desire To Break The Silence With Constant Human Noise Is, I Believe, Precisely An Avoidance Of The Sacred Terror Of That Divine Encounter.

How I Long To See Among Dawn Flowers, The Face Of God.