We know nothing of what we sense but only for our wondering and imagination. But travel, it is swift and easy in our wonderment and imagination. And it is then that the inexplicable becomes alive! We see and hear and feel then what was not before. The world. But perhaps we see even another world. My brother, your father wrote "Oh new horizon on hopeful wings unborne." Yes, I think another world. We can go there. Yes, with the 'smell of snow." Uncle Alan
She doesn't have to say she's faithful,
Yet she's true, like ice, like fire.
Bob Dylan
I knew who it was, Uncle Al. ; ) I've been well-trained.
We know nothing of what we sense but only for our wondering and imagination. But travel, it is swift and easy in our wonderment and imagination. And it is then that the inexplicable becomes alive! We see and hear and feel then what was not before. The world. But perhaps we see even another world. My brother, your father wrote "Oh new horizon on hopeful wings unborne." Yes, I think another world. We can go there. Yes, with the 'smell of snow." Uncle Alan