“When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the
least sound in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be, I go
and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and
the great heron feeds. I come into the peace of wild things who do not
tax their lives with forethought of grief. I come into the presence of
still water. And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their
light. For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.” –
Wendell Berry
