I Have No Companion But Love, No

How Will You Know The Difficulties Of Being Human, If You Are Always Flying Off To Blue Perfection? Where Will You Plant Your Grief Seeds? Workers Need Ground To Scrape And Hoe, Not The Sky Of Unspecified Desire.

All Language Is A Longing For Home.

How Did You Get Here? Close Your Eyes . . . And Surrender!

The Men Of God Are Like Fishes In The Ocean; They Pop Up Into View On The Surface Here And There And Everywhere, As They Please.

Sell Not Yourself At Little Price, Being So Precious In God's Eyes.