I seem to have gotten rather vividly off track here, as has been brought to my attention. Strayed some distance out of my element. It happens, when one forgets to look into mirrors or up at the moon. Sorry about that. Let’s see if I can’t pull the sleigh back into it’s defensible ruts.

When we get out of the glass bottles of our ego,
and when we escape like squirrels turning in the
cages of our personality
and get into the forests again,
we shall shiver with cold and fright
but things will happen to us
so that we don’t know ourselves.

—D. H. Lawrence

In the dark of the moon,
In the flying snow, in the dead of winter
War spreading, families dying, the world in danger
I walk the rocky hillside, sowing clover.

—Wendell Berry