“It is foolish to let a young redwood grow next to a house. Even in this one lifetime, you will have to choose. That great calm being, this clutter of soup pots and books— Already the first branch-tips brush at the window. Softly, calmly, immensity taps at your life.” PoetryChoicesChangeEvolutionPoemDecisionsImmensitySlow Change Book:Given Sugar, Given Salt Source: Given Sugar, Given Salt