If Stories Come To You,

Over The Years, One Comes To Measure A Place, Too, Not Just For The Beauty It May Give, The Balminess Of Its Breezes, The Insouciance And Relaxation It Encourages, The Sublime Pleasures It Offers, But For What It Teaches. The Way In Which It Alters Our Perception Of The Human. It Is Not So Much That You Want To Return To Indifferent Or Difficult Places, But That You Want To Not Forget.

It Does Not Demean Men To Want To Be What They Imagine The Wolf To Be, But It Does Demean Them To Kill The Animal For It.

For So Many Centuries, The Exchange Of Gifts Has Held Us Together. It Has Made It Possible To Bridge The Abyss Where Language Struggles.

Sometimes A Person Needs A Story More Than Food To Stay Alive.

The Land Urges Us To Come Around To An Understanding Of Ourselves.