The Tail Of The Comet

To Me, The Most Important Thing Is To Tell A Good Story. If I Can Do That, I Think That Enlightenment, Respect Of Nature, Etc. Follows.

My Mother Was A Great Advocate Of Womens Rights, A Member Of The League Of Womens Voters And Lifelong Member Of Planned Parenthood And An Advocate Of A Womans Rights In Terms Of Reproductive Issues. She Was Also A Founding Member Of Common Cause In The State Of Indiana.

Night Is Done, Gone The Moon, Gone The Stars From The Skies. Fades The Black Of Night Comes The Morn With Rosy Light. Fold Your Wings, Go To Sleep, Rest Your Gizzards, Safe You'll Be For The Day. Glaux Is Nigh. Far Away Is First Black, But It Shall Seep Back Over Field Over Flower In The Twilight Hour. We Are Home In Our Tree. We Are Owls, We Are Free. As We Go, This We Know Glaux Is Nigh.

You Must Not Think Of Time As A Quantity, A Period, A Measure. Look At The Sky," Gwynneth Said. "the Moon Has Now Slipped Away To Another Night, Into Another World. It Was Not The Time It Was Here That You Remember, Faolan, But Rather The Luminescence Of The Air, The Blue Shadows Cast By The Trees In Its Light. It Was Not The Length Of The Time But The Quality Of The Moon's Light That You Felt And Remember." Gwynneth Paused. "it Is The Value, The Quality That Lives On.

Every Pellet Has A Story All Its Own. Every Pellet Has A Story All Its Own. With Its Fur And Teeth And Bones And One Or Two Stones, Every Pellet Has A Story All Its Own. We Shall Dissect Every Pellet With Glee. Perhaps We'll Find A Rodents Knee. And Never Shall We Tire In The Sacred Task That We Conspire, No Do Our Work Less Perfectly And Those Bright Flecks At The Core, Which Makes Our Hearts Soar, Shall Forever Remain The Deepest Mystery. - The Owlets In The Pelletorium At St. Aegolius