[pct-l] Sigh -- I'm not there yet.

[Wayne Kraft]

Nophaie wandered on with his sheep, over the sage and sand, under the  
silent lofty towers of rock.  He was unconsciously and unutterably  
happy because he was in perfect harmony with the reality and spirit  
of the nature that encompassed him.  He wandered in an enchanted land  
of mystery, upon which the Great Spirit looked with love.  He had no  
cares, no  needs, no selfishness.
Zane Grey
The Vanishing American