"When despair for the world grows in me, and I awake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and childrens' lives may be, I go 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....For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free." - Wendell Berry