"When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in
the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children's lives
may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the
water, and the great heron feeds. I come into the peace of wild things who do
not tax their lives with forethought of grief. I come into the presence of
still water. And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light.
For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free."
-- Wendell Berry
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