Suddenly all my ancestors are behind me. Be still, they say. Watch and listen. You are the result of the love of thousands.
–Dwellings: A Spiritual History of the Living World[1] by Linda Hogan, Chickasaw poet, storyteller, academic, playwright, novelist, environmentalist, and writer
There is reason, after all, that some people wish to colonize the moon, and others dance before it as an ancient friend.