Amongst The Rock One Cannot Stop Or

History Has Many Cunning Passages, Contrived Corridors And Issues.

If You Aren't In Over Your Head, How Do You Know How Tall You Are?

Love Is Most Nearly Itself When Here And Now Cease To Matter. Old Men Ought To Be Explorers Here Or There Does Not Matter We Must Be Still And Still Moving Into Another Intensity For A Further Union, A Deeper Communion Through The Dark Cold And The Empty Desolation, The Wave Cry, The Wind Cry, The Vast Waters Of The Petrel And The Porpoise.

Because I Know That Time Is Always Time And Place Is Always And Only Place.

Cling, Swing, Spring, Sing, Swing Up Into The Apple Tree.