Simultaneously I Am Myself, The

I Think In Any Writing You're Paying Attention To Detail.

This World Is Painted On A Wild Dark Metal

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 Purpose Of Our Life Is To Help Others Through It.

Illuminated By The Same Joyful Curiosity And Erudition, Lyric Writing, And Plain Love Of Life That Made A Classic Of Archie Carr's The Windward Road.