“As a tree torn from the soil, as a river separated from its source,
the human soul wanes when detached from what is greater then itself.
Without the holy, the good turns chaotic, without the good, beauty becomes accidental.
It is attachment to what is spiritually superior, loyalty to a
sacred idea, devotion to a noble friend or teacher, love for one’s
people or for humankind, which holds our inner life together.
Unless we aspire to the utmost, we shrink into inferiority.”
— A. J. Heschel
“What you people call your natural resources our people call our relatives.”
— Oren Lyons, faith keeper of the Onondaga
[Thank you, Jane Byrd. Thank you, Mary Hansel]