Mainly I've been back to my books and writings and being nice and quiet and lazy. As I'm writing this, the radio says there's a foot of snow falling on Long Island. I really love snow and wish I could take a long walk in it right now.
Finding Nirvana is like locating silence.
The human bones are but vain lines dawdling, the whole universe a blank mold of stars.
It's only through form that we can realize emptiness
The road must eventually lead to the whole world.
Here I was at the end of America...no more land...and nowhere was nowhere to go but back