"The real trick to life is not to be in the know, but to be in the mystery."
-Fred Alan Wolf
10 February 2017
Esherick, Bright Night, 1925
Man would not be man if his dreams did not exceed his grasp.
Like John Donne, man lies in a close prison, yet it is dear to him. Like
Donne's, his thoughts at times overleap the sun and pace beyond the body. If I
term humanity a slime mold organism it is because our present environment
suggests it. If I remember the sunflower forest it is because from its hidden
reaches man arose. The green world is his sacred center. In moments of sanity
he must still seek refuge there. If I dream by contrast of the eventual drift
of the star voyagers through the dilated time of the universe, it is because I
have seen thistledown off to new worlds and am at heart a voyager who, in this
modern time, still yearns for the lost country of his birth.