The Breath becomes a stone; the stone, a plant; the plant, an animal; the animal, a man; the man, a spirit; and the spirit, a god.
Christian Nestell BoveeThe most brilliant flashes of wit come from a clouded mind, as lightning leaps only from an obscure firmament.
Christian Nestell BoveeHunting is a relic of the barbarism that once thirsted for human blood, but is now content with the blood of animals.
Christian Nestell Bovee