Have You Seen The Snow

When We Are Mired In The Relative World, Never Lifting Our Gaze To The Mystery, Our Life Is Stunted, Incomplete; We Are Filled With Yearning For That Paradise That Is Lost When, As Young Children, We Replace It With Words And Ideas And Abstractions - Such As Merit, Such As Past, Present, And Future - Our Direct, Spontaneous Experience Of The Thing Itself, In The Beauty And Precision Of This Present Moment.

The Concept Of Conservation Is A Far Truer Sign Of Civilization Than That Spoilation Of A Continent Which We Once Confused With Progress.

The Ancient Intuition That All Matter, All "reality," Is Energy, That All Phenomena, Including Time And Space, Are Mere Crystallizations Of Mind, Is An Idea With Which Few Physicists Have Quarreled Since The Theory Of Relativity First Called Into Question The Separate Identities Of Energy And Matter. Today Most Scientists Would Agree With The Ancient Hindus That Nothing Exists Or Is Destroyed, Things Merely Change Shape Or Form; That Matter Is Insubstantial In Origin, A Temporary Aggregate Of He Pervasive Energy That Animates The Electron.

It Is Said In Java That The Tiger's Hearing Is So Acute That Hunters Must Keep Their Nose Hairs Cut Lest The Tiger Hear The Breath Whistle Through Their Nostrils.

When I'm In The Field, When I'm Working, I Keep Very Careful Notes. I Wear Big Shirts With Big Breast Pockets, And I Carry In Them Two Little Spiral Notebooks.