The Story Of Each Stone Leads Back

You Grieve Not That Heaven Does Not Exist But That It Exists Without Us

Send Me Out Into Another Life Lord Because This One Is Growing Faint I Do Not Think It Goes All The Way

Obviously A Garden Is Not The Wilderness But An Assembly Of Shapes, Most Of Them Living, That Owes Some Share Of Its Composition, It’s Appearance, To Human Design And Effort, Human Conventions And Convenience, And The Human Pursuit Of That Elusive, Indefinable Harmony That We Call Beauty. It Has A Life Of Its Own, An Intricate, Willful, Secret Life, As Any Gardener Knows. It Is Only The Humans In It Who Think Of It As A Garden. But A Garden Is A Relationship, Which Is One Of The Countless Reasons Why It Is Never Finished.

What You Remember Saves You.

Laughter Was The Shape The Darkness Took Around The First Appearance Of The Light.