We Have Become A Society Where The

Riding Turns 'i Wish Into 'i Can'.

Music Speaks Of Platonic Truth - The Ideal River Rather Than The Polluted Reality, Love As We Dream It Rather Than We Experience It, Grief Noble And Uplifting Rather Than Our Distracted Weeping. It Is Necessary To Our Survival And Our Sanity.

The Work Of A Garden Bears Visible Fruits-in A World Where Most Of Our Labours Seem Suspiciously Meaningless.

A Cat Can Maintain A Position Of Curled Up Somnolence On Your Knee Until You Are Nearly Upright. To The Last Minute She Hopes Your Conscience Will Get The Better Of You And You Will Settle Down Again.

If There Is A Heaven, It's Certain Our Animals Are To Be There. Their Lives Become So Interwoven With Our Own, It Would Take More Than An Archangel To Detangle Them.