Live The Questions Now.

Trees Do Not Force Their Sap, Nor Does The Flower Push Its Bloom.

Everything In The World Of Things And Animals Is Still Filled With Happening, Which You Can Take Part In.

Irony: Don't Let Yourself Be Controlled By It, Especially During Uncreative Moments.

May I Strike My Heart's Keys Clearly, And May None Fail Because Of Slack, Uncertain, Or Fraying Strings. May The Tears That Stream Down My Face Make Me More Radiant: May My Hidden Weeping Bloom.... How We Waste Our Afflictions!... [t]hey're Really Our Wintering Foliage, Our Dark Greens Of Meaning, One Of The Seasons Of The Clandestine Year—; Not Only A Season—: They're Site, Settlement, Shelter, Soil, Abode.

Do Not Allow Yourself To Be Misled By The Surfaces Of Things