We've All Got An Identity. You Can't

And The Revelation Was A Little Like What Saints Receive On Mountains - A Further Chapter In The History Of The Mystery.

... I Must Begin At Whatever Pace Is Possible, To Work On The Book Of My Own That I Vaguely Keep Assuming Lies At The End Of The Rainbow. It Is After All My Rainbow And If I Don't Do It No One Else Will...survival Is The Secret So You Really Can't Afford To Doubt Yourself For Long Because You Are All You've Got. The Only Thing To Do Is To Go The Limit With It. Exceed.

It Would Be Beautiful To Photograph The Winners Of Everything From Nobel To Booby Prize, Clutching Trophy, Or Money Or Certificate, Solemn Or Smiling Or Tear Stained Or Bloody, On The Precarious Pinnacle Of The Human Landscape.

These Are Characters In A Fairy Tale For Grown-ups. Wouldn't It Be Lovely? Yes.

I Never Have Taken A Picture I've Intended. They're Always Better Or Worse.