A lesson I attempted to impress upon my idiot apprentice was that no man can live in a void. Even I, who prefer solitude, and am properly equipped to be certain of it, have long since come to terms with these things. Perhaps it is my distance which allows me to see the patterns others do not ( Read more... )

I don't tend to use roads. In part, that is my love for silence again. In part, I get tired of the constant gawking. For me, it makes the journey much faster; however, I am well used to the wilderness, and it does not hinder me at all ( Read more... )

Every time I visit town, for whatever whim or necessity, I always find it a bit amusing how people define their time with numbers. I admit to a great fondness in answering "It is today" to those who ask me what day it is, or what the date is. I measure my time by phases of the moon, the seasons, the weather ( Read more... )

It's always cold on the mountain, after dark, except in the peak summer, and I enjoy firing my kiln at late hours. Yes, it warms my feet. But it is for contrast. Watching the red smoldering there, I can turn my eyes up, and there is the night sky, cold and bottomless, with the moon keeping me company with pale hands ( Read more... )