I was at Avesbury and touched the standing stones there. I was hoping for some vision of the past, or electric charge, but there was none, just a warm stone with a cropping sheep nearby. But it was still a joyful moment, to reach out my hand and connect with that stone mason of so long ago. What dreams did he have, what ideas about what he was making?

This was a beautiful article. I think the more we know about the world, the deeper our art/writing/poetry will be. it will draw upon the accumulated knowledge of all people, and so speak more clearly to us today.