Risk discomfort and solitude for understanding.

All cultures through all time have constantly been engaged in a dance with new possibilities for life. Change is the one constant in human history.

The surface of the Earth itself is an immense loom upon which the sun weaves the fabric of existence.

In the West we cling to the past like limpets. In Haiti the present is the axis of all life. As in Africa, past and future are but distant measures of the present, and memories are as meaningless as promises.

Its haunting to realize that half of the languages of the world are teetering on the brink of extinction.

Risk discomfort and solitude for understanding.

You know, once something freezes, it's solid. That's the key to the arctic - they didn't fear the cold, they made use of it.