I remember one night, a few summers ago, sitting on the edge of the swamp near my house. A couple came wandering by, and since it was fairly late, asked me what I was doing. I responded, quite simply, that I was talking with the frogs. Feeling that they were in the presence of a wise guy (and not a seeker), they then asked what the frogs were saying. To this, I responded that if I tried to explain, they would not understand – but if they sat there long enough, the frogs would tell them. At that point, they walked away.

Mike Pedde