Yosemite Valley to me is always a sunrise a glitter of green and golden wonder in a vast edifice of stone and space.
Myths and creeds are heroic struggles to comprehend the truth in the world.
I have a bit of a rebellious nature.
Suddenly the whole imagination of writing and editorial and newspaper and all these presumptions about who am I reading this and who else other people may be and all that it's so grimly brutal!
