{Sauvie Island, Portland, OR} "Though we have life, it is beyond us. We do not know how we have it or why. We do not know what is going to happen to it, or to us. It is not predictable, though we can destroy it, we cannot make it. It cannot, except by reduction and the grave risk of damage, be controlled. It is as Blake said, holy. To think otherwise is to enslave life, and to make, not humanity, but a few humans its predictably inept masters." - Wendell Berry, Life is a Miracle
I left my heart in San Francisco High on a hill, it calls to me. To be where little cable cars Climb halfway to the stars! The morning fog may chill the air I don't care! My love waits there in San Francisco Above the blue and windy sea When I come home to you, San Francisco, Your golden sun will shine for me!
