Heaven, For Me, Is One

Sometimes He Tried Too Hard To Make Sense Of The World, To Figure Out Why People Were Bad To Each Other So Often.

He Was Unheeded, Happy, And Near To The Wild Heart Of Life. He Was Alone And Young And Wilful And Wildhearted, Alone Amid A Waste Of Wild Air And Brackish Waters And The Seaharvest Of Shells And Tangle And Veiled Grey Sunlight.

But Somethings In Life Are More Important Than Being Happy. Like Being Free To Think For Yourself.

You Should Own Nothing Except What You Can Carry On Your Back At A Dead Run.

When I Start Any Book, I Have No Idea What I'm Going To Do.