We Live Half Our Waking

Noticing And Remembering Everything Would Trap Bright Scenes To Light And Fill The Blank And Darkening Past Which Was Already Piling Up Behind Me. The Growing Size Of That Blank And Ever-darkening Past Frightened Me; It Loomed Beside Me Like A Hole In The Air And Battened On Scraps Of My Life I Failed To Claim. If One Day I Forgot To Notice My Life, And Be Damned Grateful For It, The Blank Cave Would Suck Me Up Entire.

Ecstasy, I Think, Is A Soul's Response To The Waves Holiness Makes As It Nears.

Every Live Thing Is A Survivor On A Kind Of Extended Emergency Bivouac.

An Eskimo Shaman Said, Life's Greatest Danger Lies In The Fact That Man's Food Consists Entirely Of Souls.

I Saw In A Blue Haze All The World Poured Flat And Pale Between The Mountains