Certain redwood groves are holy places for me because they capture silence and light. The forest is so dense as to exclude all external noise. It is possible to ignore their silence until a single bird sings within. When the single song has died not only do I realize I have heard a sound exquisite in its simplicity, but also that I have heard it so precisely because it was embedded in pure silence.
How rare and beautiful it is that we exist.
What if we stun existence one more time?...
The earth remembers everything,
our bodies are the color of the earth and we are nobodies.
Been born from so many apocalypses, what's one more?
Love is still the only revenge. It grows each time the earth is set on fire.
But for what it's worth, I'd do this again.
Gamble on humanity one hundred times over.
Commit to life unto life, as the trees fall and take us with them.
I'd follow love into extinction.
~ Ayisha Siddiqa, from "On Another Panel About Climate, They Ask Me to Sell the Future and All I've Got Is a Love Poem"