September 5, 1970

We are. We simply are. We be. It's as simple as that. There is no why. There is no reason. We simply are. No more. And yet - even that - is really kind of wonderful, isn't it? We are - the trees are - the rain is - the sky, the clouds, the wind and the sun, moon & stars are - they all be - the thunder is - over all & beyond all - beyond war & killing & hating & wanting there is thunder - loud & free & demanding - demanding to be heard - "I am" it says - "I am here - hear me" - and we hear. And we wish we were as free - as forever as the thunder is. We are not.