Perhaps every moment of time lived in human consciousness remains in the air around us.

This earth is my sister; I love her daily grace, her silent daring, and how loved I am. How we admire this strength in each other, all that we have lost, all that we have suffered, all that we know: We are stunned by this beauty, and I do not forget: what she is to me, what I am to her.

We are nature. We are nature seeing nature. The red-winged blackbird flies in us.

We keep secrets from ourselves that all along we know.

Just as the slave master required the slaves to imitate the image he had of them, so women, who live in a relatively powerless position, politically and economically, feel obliged by a kind of implicit force to live up to culture's image of what is female.

Society, like nature, is one body, really.

Waging war is not a primary physical need.