WOLFS TAKE TIME TO MEDITATE
BENEATH THE TREES OF LIFE
WITH FOOTPRINTS PATTERNED IN THE SNOW
WE ARE THE MASTERS OF SILENCE.
YOU WILL NOT SEE US OR HEAR US,
BUT RATHER KNOW US BY OUR FOOTSTEP WE LEAVE BEHIND US.

Again I Dreamed of Jesus
by: Kahlil Gibran

It was in the Lebanon, where I always see him, in a village in the sacred valley of Qadicha. I was gathering watercress beside a little stream. And he arrived, his face always the same, with those wonderful dark, clear eyes, a sunburned face. He came from the East, and the light of the setting sun made his whole body glow.

I offered him watercress with both hands and said to him: "Master, would you like a little watercress?"

And he took it, still wet, raising it to his mouth. His smiling face seemed to widen as though a thousand wings were transproting him. And he ate with pleasure, as though the coolness delighted him. And he said: "Nothing is more beautiful than that what is green and fresh."

Then he bent down to drink water from the stream. And when he stood up again the water was dripping from his beard and moustache, but he did not wipe it away.

And he left, looking at me with a gentle smile, as though happy at having shared this moment of pleasure.

FAME

I walked upon the sea at ebb-tide.
And bending down, I wrote a line upon the sand.
And in that line I wrote what my mind thought
And what my soul desired.

And when the tide was high,
I returned to that very shore,
And of that which I had written I found naught.
I found only the staff-marks of one who had walked blindly.
-Kahlil Gibran

So Dean Couldn't ride uptown with us and the only think I could do was sit in the back of the Cadillac and wave at him. The bookie at the wheel also wanted nothing to do with Dean. Dean, ragged in a motheaten overcoat he brought specially for the freezing temperatures of the East, walked off alone, and the last I saw of him he rounded the corner of Seventh Avenue, eyes on the street ahead, and bent to it again. Poor little Laura, my baby, to whom I'd told everything about Dean, began almost to cry.

"Oh we shouldn't let him go like this. what'll we do?"
Old Dean's gone, I thought, and out loud I said, "He'll be all right." And off we went to the sad and disinclined concert for which I had no stomach whatever and all the time I was thinking of Dean and how he got back on the train and rode over three thousand miles over that aweful land and never knew why he had come anyway, except to see me.

So in America when the sun goes down and I sit on the old broken-down river pier watching the long, long skies over New Jersey and sense all that raw land that rolls in one unbelievable huge bulge over to the West Coast, and all that road going, all the people dreaming in the immensity of it, and in Iowa I know by now the children muust be crying in the land where they let the children cry, and tonight the stars'll be out, and don't you know that God is Pooh Bear? the evening star must be drooping and shedding her sparkler dims on the prarie, which is just before the coming of complete night that blesses the earth, darkens all rivers, cups the peaks and folds the final shore in, and nobody, nobody knows what's going to happen to anybody besides the forlorn rags of growing old, I think of Dean Moriarty, I even think of Old Dean Moriarty the father we never found, I think of Dean Moriarty.

-By Jack Kerouac, excert from On The Road

Some of the words of Ben Franklin

"A true friend is the best possession."

"What's more valuable than gold?
Diamonds.
Then diamonds?
Virtue."

"Tis a strange forest that has no rotten wood in it.
And a strange kindred that all are good in it."

"Life with fools consists in drinking;
With the wise man living's thinking."

"Hot things, sharp things, sweet things, cold things.
All rot the teeth, and make them look like old things"