The Opposite Of Love Is Not Hate;

Everything Is Held Together With Stories. That Is All That Is Holding Us Together, Stories And Compassion.

We Simply Do Not Understand Our Place In The Universe And Have Not The Courage To Admit It.

The Interior Landscape Responds To The Character And Subtlety Of The Exterior Landscape; The Shape Of The Individual Mind Is Affected By The Land As It Is By Genes.

I Lay There Knowing Something Eerie Ties Us To The World Of Animals. Sometimes The Animals Pull You Backward Into It. You Share Hunger And Fear With Them Like Salt In Blood.

The Land Is Like Poetry: It Is Inexplicably Coherent, It Is Transcendent In Its Meaning, And It Has The Power To Elevate A Consideration Of Human Life.