I Thought I Might Write Mysteries For

Most Of My Childhood Revolved Around Wondering When We Would Be Blown Up By The Russians. I Couldn't Stand The News, I Knew That If The Missile Were Launched, Mortality Would Arrive In Half An Hour, So I Spent A Lot Of My Childhood Feeling That I Was 30 Minutes From Being Dead.

I Learned Why 'out Riding Alone' Is An Oxymoron: An Equestrian Is Never Alone, Is Always Sensing The Other Being, The Mysterious But Also Understandable Living Being That Is The Horse.

The Body, The Mind, And The Spirit Don't Form A Pyramid, They Form A Circle. Each Of Them Runs Into The Other Two. The Body Isn't Below The Mind And The Spirit; From The Point Of View It's Between Them. If You Reside Too Much In The Mind, Then You Get Too Abstract And Cut Off From The World. You Long For The Spiritual Life, But You Can't Get To It, And You Fall Into Despair. The Exercise Of The Senses Frees You From Abstraction And Opens The Way To Transcendence.

Is Human Nature Basically Good Or Evil? No Economist Can Embark Upon His Profession Without Considering This Question, And Yet They All Seem To. And They All Seem To Think Human Nature Is Basically Good, Or They Wouldn't Be Surprised By The Effects Of Deregulation.

I Discovered That The Horse Is Life Itself, A Metaphor But Also An Example Of Life's Mystery And Unpredictability, Of Life's Generosity And Beauty, A Worthy Object Of Repeated And Ever Changing Contemplation.