Culture is what people invent when they have lost nature.

Who would deduce the dragonfly from the larva, the iris from the bud, the lawyer from the infant? ...We are all shape-shifters and magical reinventors. Life is really a plural noun, a caravan of selves.

In rare moments of deep play, we can lay aside our sense of self, shed time's continuum, ignore pain, and sit quietly in the absolute present, watching the world's ordinary miracles. No mind or heart hobbles. No analyzing or explaining. No questing for logic. No promises. No goals. No relationships. No worry. One is completely open to whatever drama may unfold.

We evolved as creatures knitted into the fabric of nature, and without its intimate truths, we can find ourselves unraveling.

The visual image is a kind of tripwire for the emotions.

It began in mystery, and it will end in mystery, but what a savage and beautiful country lies in between.

There are well-dressed foolish ideas just as there are well-dressed fools.