When one finally arrives at the point where schedules are forgotten, and becomes immersed in ancient rhythms, one begins to live.
~ Sigurd F. Olson, thanks to Heron Dance
Renouncing self and crying out to evil
To end its wars, I seek a land that lies
All unprotected like a sleeping child;
Nor is my journey reckless and unwise.
Who doubts that love has an effective weapon
May meet with a surprise.