"I like to live in the sound of water, in the feel of the mountain air. A sharp reminder hits me: this world is still alive; it stretches out there shivering toward it's own creation, and I'm part of it. Even my breathing enters into this elaborate give-and-take, this bowing to sun and moon, day and night, winter, summer, storm, still - this tranquil chaos that seems to be going somewhere. This wilderness with a great peacefulness in it. This motionless turmoil, this everything dance."
- William Stafford