In The Days Of The

We Are Rag Dolls Made Out Of Many Ages And Skins, Changelings Who Have Slept In Wood Nests, And Hissed In The Uncouth Guise Of Waddling Amphibians. We Have Played Such Roles For Infinitely Longer Ages Than We Have Been Human. Our Identity Is A Dream. We Are Process, Not Reality.

Of All The Unexpected Qualities Of An Unexpected Universe, The Sheer Organizing Power Of Animal And Plant Metabolism Is One Of The Most Remarkable. . . . Where It Reaches Its Highest Development, In The Human Mind, We Forget It Completely. . . . So Important Does Nature Regard This Unseen Combustion . . . That A Starving Man's Brain Will Be Protected To The Last While His Body Is Steadily Consumed.

In The Desert, An Old Monk Had Once Advised A Traveler, The Voices Of God And The Devil Are Scarcely Distinguishable.

Modern Man Lives Increasingly In The Future And Neglects The Present.

Great Minds Have Always Seen It. That Is Why Man Has Survived His Journey This Long. When We Fail To Wish Any Longer To Be Otherwise Than What We Are, We Will Have Ceased To Evolve. Evolution Has To Be Lived Forward. I Say This As One Who Has Stood Above The Bones Of Much That Has Vanished, And At Midnight Has Examined His Own Face.