An astronaut told a class of Navajo children, "If you study science,
someday you too can go to the moon." One student spoke up: "My
grandfather's been there several times." The class wisely nodded.

Late one night in another place I drove from the city to a mountain
sacred to the Miwok People; parked and entered a field so bright
I could see each pebble echoing my steps on the moonlit path.

Stretching out in the shadow of a forest, I dreamed of entering the
house where I was born. Strolling through the lobby that wedded
its twin sides and climbing steps to my childhood's apartment, I
suddenly knew that now I live on many floors, behind many doors.

Then I dreamed of memory, and non-empirical knowledge, all of which
require a reinvestigation of the division between inner and outer
who bathe in the brillance of Earth's solar light.