Do Not, Do Not, Do

Just As Language Has No Longer Anything In Common With The Thing It Names, So The Movements Of Most Of The People Who Live In Cities Have Lost Their Connection With The Earth; They Hang, As It Were, In The Air, Hover In All Directions, And Find No Place Where They Can Settle.

I Feel It Now: There's A Power In Me To Grasp And Give Shape To My World I Know That Nothing Has Ever Been Real Without My Beholding It. All Becoming Has Need Me.

More Belongs To Marriage Than Four Legs In A Bed.

All This Hurrying Soon Will Be Over. Only When We Tarry Do We Touch The Holy.

Swells, Marina? We Ocean, Depths, Marina? We Sky!