The footpath down to the well is healed.

I go to school the youth to learn the future.

What is this talked-of mystery of birth. But being mounted bareback on the earth?

The mind-is not the heart. I may yet live, as I know others live, To wish in vain to let go with the mind- Of cares, at night, to sleep; but nothing tells me That I need learn to let go with the heart.

Don't join too many gangs. Join few if any. Join the United States and join the family- But not much in between unless a college.

I'm not a teacher, but an awakener.

The question that he frames in all but words is what to make of a diminished thing.