I remember as a boy standing at the side of a gorge watching the swift, shallow water and a girl standing in it up to her knees. Everything was settled and at peace in the sunlight. As I watched the hills began to sing -- I could hear them as an indistinct choir. Then they began to shimmer and dance. It seemed clear that we were linked -- hills and humans -- in a deep, objective way. And this connection made life true, and my usual fears irrelevant.
All of God's creatures have divine knowledge
within, even the tiniest ant, and we're all
trying to get in step and march to the Divine
Music.
~ from TALES OF THE HASIDIM by Martin Buber