Vermont Is A Country Unto

Every Event Has Had Its Cause, And Nothing, Not The Least Wind That Blows, Is Accident Or Causeless.

Add To This Cruelly Delicate Organism The Overpowering Necessity To Create, Create, Create - So That Without The Creating Of Music Or Poetry Or Books Or Buildings Or Something Of Meaning, His Very Breath Is Cut Off From Him. He Must Create, Must Pour Out Creation. By Some Strange, Unknown, Inward Urgency He Is Not Really Alive Unless He Is Creating.

The Older A People Grows, The More It Absorbs Its Own Landscape And Builds To It.

The Community Must Assume Responsibility For Each Child Within Its Confines. Not One Must Be Neglected Whatever His Condition. The Community Must See That Every Child Gets The Advantages And Opportunities Which Are Due Him As A Citizen And As A Human Being.

When One Commits One's Self To An Airborne Craft And The Door Is Fastened Against Earth And Home, There Is No Escape Even By Running Away. The Result Is A Strange Sense Of Peace - Desperate, Perhaps, But Peace.