Trees Trees, proud standing people stretching fingertips to the sky, reaching, praying glorious attention, breathing light. strength shelter timeless confidence bending and firm comforting rooted chorus line dancing with the moon, the wind, the clouds framing bursts of stars tender rugged celebration absorbing and releasing life each holy branch holding the power of the Universe. There.

It's not always easy to tell the difference between thinking and looking out of the window.

Reality is a cliché from which we escape by metaphor.

Union of the weakest develops strength not wisdom. Can all men, together, avenge one of the leaves that have fallen in autumn? But the wise man avenges by building his city in snow.

Imagination applied to the whole world is vapid in comparison to imagination applied to a detail.

Life is an affair of people not of places. But for me, life is an affair of places and that is the trouble.

The mind is smaller than the eye.