We Are Here On The

You Can't Test Courage Cautiously.

I Worked So Hard All My Life, And All I Want To Do Now Is Read.

We Wake, If We Ever Wake At All, To Mystery, Rumors Of Death, Beauty, Violence.

We Are Here To Witness. There Is Nothing Else To Do With Those Mute Materials We Do Not Need. Until Larry Teaches His Stone To Talk, Until God Changes His Mind, Or Until The Pagan Gods Slip Back To Their Hilltop Groves, All We Can Do With The Whole Inhuman Array Is Watch It.

Could Two Live That Way? Could Two Live Under The Wild Rose, And Explore By The Pond, So That The Smooth Mind Of Each Is As Everywhere Present To The Other, And As Received And As Unchallenged, As Falling Snow?