The Highest Human Purpose Is Always To

For The Storyteller, For The Arrowmaker, Language Does Indeed Represent The Only Chance For Survival.

Your Imagination Comes To Life, And This, You Think, Is Where Creation Was Begun.

The Highest Human Purpose Is Always To Reinvent And Celebrate The Sacred.

There Was Only The Dark Infinity In Which Nothing Was. And Something Happened. At The Distance Of A Star Something Happened, And Everything Began. The Word Did Not Come Into Being, But It Was. It Did Not Break Upon The Silence, But It Was Older Than The Silence And The Silence Was Made Of It.

Words Were Medicine; They Were Magic And Invisible. They Came From Nothing Into Sound And Meaning. They Were Beyond Price; They Could Neither Be Bought Nor Sold.