_"Here's life: a slack rag of canvas 'twixt you and the stars....
Not penned in a thing four-square and murk, but free
On your feet, a thumbed road-map your guide, worlds ahead, God above;
For companions, the seasons; for events, the blue birds, the magpies,
Butterflies, columbines, all the myriad throng of the road folk,
Chance-met. That, I say, is to live."_