The Tendinous Part Of The

I Am In Love With This World . . . I Have Climbed Its Mountains, Roamed Its Forests, Sailed Its Waters, Crossed Its Deserts, Felt The Sting Of Its Frosts, The Oppression Of Its Heats, The Drench Of Its Rains, The Fury Of Its Winds, And Always Have Beauty And Joy Waited Upon My Goings And Comings.

Man Takes Root At His Feet, And At Best He Is No More Than A Potted Plant In His House Or Carriage Till He Has Established Communication With The Soil By The Loving And Magnetic Touch Of His Soles To It.

To See Earth Fully We Already Need To Love It

Without Death And Decay, How Could Life Go On?

We Can Outrun The Wind And The Storm, But We Cannot Outrun The Demon Of Hurry.