Ask the questions that have no answers. Invest in the millenium. Plant sequoias.

THE WILD ROSE” – BY WENDELL BERRY Sometimes, hidden from me in daily custom and in ritual I live by you unaware, as if by the beating of my heart. Suddenly you flare again in my sight A wild rose at the edge of the thicket where yesterday there was only shade And I am blessed and choose again, That which I chose before.

Education in the true sense, of course, is an enablement to serve-both the living human community in its natural household or neighborhood and the precious cultural possessions that the living community inherits or should inherit.

To treat life as less than a miracle is to give up on it.

At the window he sits and looks out, musing on the river, a little brown hen duck paddling upstream among the windwaves close to the far bank. What he has understood lies behind him like a road in the woods. He is a wilderness looking out at the wild.

It's kind of alarming for me to realize that, when I'm writing stories about times I remember, it's already historical fiction.

We are living in the most destructive and, hence, the most stupid period of the history of our species.