"Healing," Papa would tell me, "is not a science, but the intuitive art of wooing nature."
~ by W. H. Auden
We must pass through solitude and difficulty, isolation and silence, to find that enchanted place where we can dance our clumsy dance and sing our sorrowful song. But in that dance, and in that song, the most ancient rites of our conscience fulfill themselves in the awareness of being human.