Every moment an epiphany arrives and cleaves the mountain asunder

The command to be free is a double bind

Habits begin to form at the very first repetition. After that there is a tropism toward repetition, for the patterns involved are defenses , bulwarks against time and despair.

None of us know our real names.

Without an observer at a twenty three degree angle to the light being reflected off a cloud of spherical droplets, there is no rainbow. The whole universe is like that. Our spirits stand at a twenty three degree angle to the universe. There is some new thing created at the contact of photon and retina, some space created between rock and mind.

The distinguishing mark of true adventures, is that it is often no fun at all while they are actually happening.

First you fall in love with Antarctica, and then it breaks your heart.