Living's heavy work, but off to one side the way we are, it's useless, too. It don't make sense. If I knowed how to climb back on the wheel, I'd do it in a minute. You can't have living without dying. So you can't call it living, what we got. We just are, we just be, like rocks beside the road.

Like all magnificent things, it's very simple.

Life's got to be lived, no matter how long or short. You got to take what comes.

Time is like a wheel. Turning and turning - never stopping. And the woods are the center; the hub of the wheel. It began the first week of summer, a strange and breathless time when accident, or fate, bring lives together. When people are led to do things, they've never done before. On this summersday, not so very long ago, the wheel set lives in motion in mysterious ways.

I was born and raised in Ohio. During my childhood, I spent most of my time drawing and reading fairy tales and myths.

Still-there's no use trying to figure why things fall the way they do. Things just are, and fussing don't bring changes.

You dont have to live forever just live.