The Snow ... Came In Thick Tufts

Anybody Can Act Violently - There Is Nothing To It; But Not Every Person Is Able To Destroy His Enemy With Words.

As Long As The Hummingbird Had Not Abandoned The Land, Somewhere There Were Still Flowers, And They Could All Go On.

For A Long Time He Had Been White Smoke. He Did Not Realize That Until He Left The Hospital, Because White Smoke Had No Consciousness Of Itself. It Faded Into The White World Of Their Bed Sheets And Walls; It Was Sucked Away By The Words Of Doctors Who Tried To Talk To The Invisible Scattered Smoke... They Saw His Outline But They Did Not Realize It Was Hollow Inside.

Then They Grow Away From The Earth Then They Grow Away From The Sun Then They Grow Away From The Plants And The Animals. They See No Life. When They Look They See Only Objects. The World Is A Dead Thing For Them The Trees And The Rivers Are Not Alive. The Mountains And Stones Are Not Alive. The Deer And Bear Are Objects. They See No Life. They Fear. They Fear The World. They Destroy What They Fear. They Fear Themselves.

Writing Cant Change The World Overnight, But Writing May Have An Enormous Effect Over Time, Over The Long Haul.