Our Difficulties Of The Moment

In My Beginning Is My End.

It Is Worth While Dying, To Find Out What Life Is.

I Do Not Know Much About Gods; But I Think That The River Is A Strong Brown God-sullen, Untamed And Intractable, Patient To Some Degree, At First Recognized As A Frontier; Useful, Untrustworthy, As A Conveyor Of Commerce; Then Only A Problem Confronting The Builder Of Bridges. The Problem Once Solved, The Brown God Is Almost Forgotten By The Dwellers In Cities-ever, However, Implacable. Keeping His Seasons, And Rages, Destroyer, Reminder Of What Men Choose To Forget. Unhonored, Unpropitiated By Worshippers Of The Machine, But Waiting, Watching And Waiting.

When Comparing Works Of Art, It Is Important That The Art Itself, And Not The Artists, Be Considered.

All Dash To And Fro In Motor Cars. Familiar With The Roads And Settled Nowhere.