I admire those believers who speak of such things with the same aplomb as if the'd just split a beer with God in the cabin next door.

Compulsive reading relieves the anxiety that comes from tramping through the forest of meditation in search of clearings.

To be "modern" means refusing to worry about where the benefits of progress actually come from.

Ideologies, like dogs, remain just outside the hermits door.

The cabin will return to the soil when abandoned by its owner, yet in its simplicity it offers perfect protection against the seasonal cold without disfiguring the sheltering forest. With the yurt and the igloo, it figures among the handsomest human responses to environmental adversity.

It is good to know that out there, in a forest in the world, there is a cabin where something is possible...