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

The world in which you were born is just one model of reality. Other cultures are not failed attempts at being you; they are unique manifestations of the human spirit.

Risk discomfort and solitude for understanding.

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

The world can only appear monochromatic to those who persist in interpreting what they experience through the lens of a single cultural paradigm, their own. For those with the eyes to see and the heart to feel, it remains a rich and complex topography of the spirit.

So be patient. Do not compromise. And give your destiny time to find you.

What could be more lonely than to be enveloped in silence, to be the last of your people to speak your native tongue, to have no way to pass on the wisdom of the elders, to anticipate the promise of the children. This tragic fate is indeed the plight of someone somewhere roughly every two weeks.