But I remember seeing a mess of leaves suddenly go skittering in the wind and into the creek, then floating rapidly down the creek towards the sea, making me feel a nameless horror even then of 'Oh my God, we're all being swept away to sea no matter what we know or say or do

I have fallen in love with you, God. Take care of us all, one way or the other.

I want a blaze of light to flame in me forever in a timeless, dear love of everything. And why should I pretend to want anything else?

The best teacher is experience and not through someone's distorted point of view

Because in the end, you won't remember the time you spent working in the office or mowing your lawn. Climb that goddamn mountain

And as far as I can see the world is too old for us to talk about it with our new words.

Bein Crazy is the least of my worries.