It is a grief over the fate of the Earth that contains within it a joyful hope, that we might reclaim this Earth.

One can find traces of every life in each life.

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

There is always a time to make right what is wrong.

we are nature. We are nature seeing nature. We are nature with a concept of nature. Nature weeping. Nature speaking of nature to nature.

And if the professional rapist is to be separated from the average dominant heterosexual (male), it may be mainly a quantitative difference.

To make love is to become like this infant again. We grope with our mouths toward the body of another being, whom we trust, who takes us in her arms. We rock together with this loved one. We move beyond speech. Our bodies move past all the controls we have learned. We cry out in ecstasy, in feeling. We are back in a natural world before culture tried to erase our experience of nature. In this world, to touch another is to express love; there is no idea apart from feeling, and no feeling which does not ring through our bodies and our souls at once.