Today as many times before, the sun has lit a streak of fire in the sky, but in morning of the new day, I am pushed from the hastening trolley bus like a cork from a bottle. Men and women love the dawn for it’s freshness, for it’s promise of new beginnings. In the morning therefor, I am not frightened that I have chosen to live a life unlike that of other young men.” – John White, Welsh poet
“For last year’s words belong to last years language and the next year’s words await another voice. And to make an end is to make a beginning” -T.S. Eliot
The earth does not belong to man, man belongs to the earth. All things are connected like the blood that unites us all. Man did not weave the web of life, he is merely a strand in it. Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself.
“A human being is part of the whole, called by us “Universe”; a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separated from the rest — a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and affection for a few persons nearest us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole nature in its beauty.”