A log is a portion of a tree. At the end of a crosscut log–many of you know this–there are rings. Each ring represents one year in the life of the tree. How long it takes to a grow a tree!
I don’t mind telling you some things. Many things I, I musn’t say. Just notice that my fireplace is boarded up. There will never be a fire there. — The Log Lady
“As above, so below. The human being finds himself, or herself, in the middle. There is as much space outside the human, proportionately, as inside.
Stars, moons, and planets remind us of protons, neutrons, and electrons. Is there a bigger being walking with all the stars within? Does our thinking affect what goes on outside us, and what goes on inside us? I think it does.
Where does creamed corn figure into the workings of the universe?
What really is creamed corn? Is it a symbol for something else?”
– The Log Lady