We clasp the hands of those who go before us, and the hands of those who come after us; we enter the little circle of each other's arms, and the larger circle of lovers whose hands are joined in a dance, and the larger circle of all creatures, passing in and out of life, who move also in a dance, to a music so subtle and vast that no ear hears it except in fragments.
Wendell BerryThe soil under the grass is dreaming of a young forest, and under the pavement the soil is dreaming of grass.
Wendell BerryOur obsession with security is a measure of the power we have granted the future to hold over us.
Wendell Berry