Poets are the mad midwives to reality. They see not what is, nor what can be, but what must become.

Love was as hardwired into the structure of the universe as gravity and matter.

The Great Change is when humankind accepts its role as part of the natural order of the universe instead of its role as a cancer

Lovemaking seems all too absurd when described.

A token of ecological awareness in a society devoted to self destruction and waste but unwilling to acknowledge its indulgent ways.

I despair at the rise of modern violence. I truly give in to despair at times, that deep, futureless pit of despair.... I watch the American slaughterhouse, the casual attacks on popes, presidents, and uncounted others, and I wonder if there are many more out there with the Ability or if butchery has simply become the modern way of life.

Barbarians, we call them, while all the while we timidly cling to our Web like Visigoths crouching in the ruins of Rome's faded glory and proclaim ourselves civilized.