Poems reach up like spindrift and the edge of driftwood along the beach, wanting! They derive from a slow and powerful root that we can’t see. Stop the words now. Open the window in the center of your chest, and let the spirits fly in and out. – Rumi, as interpreted by Coleman Barks
The problem with not having a camera is that one must trust the analysis of a reporter whos telling you what occurred in the courtroom. You have to take into consideration the filtering effect of that persons own biases. – Lance Ito
