Real Beauty Is So Deep

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.

You Can't Learn Anything From Saguaro Cactus, From Ocotillo. They Are Just Passing Through; Their Roots, Their Much Heralded Dormancy In The Dry Season, These Are Only Illusions Of Permanence. They Know Even Less Than You Do.

The Gaze Of The Wolf Reached Into Our Soul.

The Attempt To Close The Gap Between What Is Known And What Is, Is The Temptation Behind The Apple In Genesis.

The Land Gets Inside Of Us; And We Must Decide One Way Or Another What This Means, What We Will Do About It.