If Only I Had Discipline, But Alas,

Columbus Only Discovered That He Was In Some New Place. He Didn't Discover America.

Don't Read Anything Except What Destroys The Insulation Between Yourself And Your Experience.

At Times The Whole Sky Was Ringed In Shooting Points And Puckers Of Light Gathering And Falling, Pulsing, Fading, Rhythmical As Breathing. All Of A Piece. As If The Sky Were A Pattern Of Nerves And Our Thought And Memories Traveled Across It. As If The Sky Were One Gigantic Memory For Us All.

...which Causes Me To Wonder, My Own Purpose On So Many Days As Humble As The Spider's, What Is Beautiful That I Make? What Is Elegant? What Feeds The World?

Her Clothes Were Filled With Safety Pins And Hidden Tears.