Within minutes my 115-mile walk through the desert hills becomes a thing apart, a disjunct reality on the far side of a bottomless abyss, immediately beyond physical recollection.But it's all still there in my heart and soul. The walk, the hills, the sky, the solitary pain and pleasure-they will grow larger, sweeter, lovelier in the days to come, like a treasure found and then, voluntarily, surrendered. Returned to the mountains with my blessing. It leaves a golden glowing on the mind.
Within minutes my 115-mile ...
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The real work of men was hunting meat. The invention of agriculture was a giant step in the wrong direction, leading to serfdom, cities, and empire. From a race of hunters, artists, warriors, and tamers of horses, we degraded ourselves to what we are now: clerks, functionaries, laborers, entertainers, processors of information.
Men love their ideas more than their lives. And the more preposterous the idea, the more eager they are to die for it. And to kill for it.
A patriot must always be ready to defend his country against his government.
A mother's sorrow is more true, honorable, and beautiful than the detachment of the sage.
Motherhood is an essential, difficult, and full-time job. Women who do not wish to be mothers should not have babies.