Somewhere in me was a rod of steel to which I clung. I'd had a vision, as good as any vision given to any poet, sage, or prophet in the past. I wasn't elated, I wasn't confident even, but somehow, I knew, and with the end of doubt had come the death of despair.


Part 1, Chapter 10 (p. 57) - Drinking Sapphire Wine (1977)


Somewhere in me was a rod of steel to which I clung. I'd had a vision, as good as any vision given to any poet, sage, or prophet in the past. I...

Somewhere in me was a rod of steel to which I clung. I'd had a vision, as good as any vision given to any poet, sage, or prophet in the past. I...

Somewhere in me was a rod of steel to which I clung. I'd had a vision, as good as any vision given to any poet, sage, or prophet in the past. I...

Somewhere in me was a rod of steel to which I clung. I'd had a vision, as good as any vision given to any poet, sage, or prophet in the past. I...