God-forsaken Is Beautiful, Too.

Once Upon A Time There Was A Dwarf Knight Who Only Had Fifty Words To Live In And They Were So Fleeting That He Only Had Time To Put On A Suit Of Armor And Ride Swiftly On A Black Horse Into A Very Well-lit Woods Where He Vanished Forever.

I Daydream About A High School Where Everybody Plays The Harmonica: The Students, The Teachers, The Principal, The Janitor And The Cook In The Cafeteria.

I Do Not Care To Be Esthetically Tickled In A Fancy Theater Surrounded By An Audience Drenched In The Confident Perfume Of Culture. I Can't Afford It.

This Morning I Saw A Coyote Walking Through The Sagebrush Right At The Very Edge Of The Ocean ― Next Stop China. The Coyote Was Acting Like He Was In New Mexico Or Wyoming, Except That There Were Whales Passing Below. That’s What This Country Does For You. Come Down To Big Sur And Let Your Soul Have Some Room To Get Outside Its Marrow.

...what Makes You Older Is When Your Bones, Muscles And Blood Wear Out, When The Heart Sinks Into Oblivion And All The Houses You Ever Lived In Are Gone And People Are Not Really Certain That Your Civilization Ever Existed.