But You Who Walk Facing

And As A Single Leaf Turns Not Yellow But With The Silent Knowledge Of The Whole Tree.

You Cannot Lay Remorse Upon The Innocent Nor Lift It From The Heart Of The Guilty. Unbidden Shall It Call In The Night, That Men May Wake And Gaze Upon Themselves.

Love Is A Gracious Host To His Guests Though To The Unbidden His House Is A Mirage And A Mockery.

It Has Been Said That Next To Hunger And Thirst, Our Most Basic Human Need Is For Storytelling.

Who Can Depart From His Pain And Aloneness Without Regret? Too Many Fragments Of The Spirit Have I Scattered In These Streets, And Too Many Are The Children Of My Longing That Walk Naked Among These Hills, And I Cannot Withdraw From Them Without A Burden And An Ache. It Is Not A Garment I Cast Off This Day, Bit A Skin That I Tear With My Own Hands... Yet I Cannot Tarry Longer.