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The Desire To Go Home That Is A Desire To Be Whole, To Know Where You Are, To Be The Point Of Intersection Of All The Lines Drawn Through All The Stars, To Be The Constellation-maker And The Center Of The World, That Center Called Love. To Awaken From Sleep, To Rest From Awakening, To Tame The Animal, To Let The Soul Go Wild, To Shelter In Darkness And Blaze With Light, To Cease To Speak And Be Perfectly Understood.

It Is The Job Of Artists To Open Doors And Invite In Prophesies, The Unknown, The Unfamiliar; It’s Where Their Work Comes From, Although Its Arrival Signals The Beginning Of The Long Disciplined Process Of Making It Their Own. Scientists Too, As J. Robert Oppenheimer Once Remarked, ‘live Always At The ‘edge Of Mystery’­—the Boundary Of The Unknown.’ But They Transform The Unknown Into The Known, Haul It In Like Fishermen; Artists Get You Out Into That Dark Sea.

In Great Cities, Spaces As Well As Places Are Designed And Built: Walking, Witnessing, Being In Public, Are As Much Part Of The Design And Purpose As Is Being Inside To Eat, Sleep, Make Shoes Or Love Or Music. The Word Citizen Has To Do With Cities, And The Ideal City Is Organized Around Citizenship -- Around Participation In Public Life.

For Me, Before I Learned How To Read I Was Really Interested In Story And In Landscape And Nature. I Decided To Become A Writer Almost As Soon As I Learned To Read.

...[cabeza De Vaca] Ceased To Be Lost Not By Returning But By Turning Into Something Else.