‘To find a world, maybe you have to have lost one. Maybe you have to be lost. The dance of renewal, the dance that made the world, always danced here at the edge of things, on the brink, on the foggy coast.’
-Ursula Le Guin, Dancing at the Edge of the World | Thoughts on Words, Women, Places
And into the forest I go, to lose my mind and find my soul.
-John Muir
I wonder if anyone else has an ear so tuned and sharpened as I have, to detect the music, not of the spheres, but of earth, subtleties of major and minor chord that the wind strikes upon the tree branches.
Have you ever heard the earth breathe?
-Kate Chopin
You walk for days among trees and among stones. Rarely does the eye light on a thing, and then only when it has recognized that thing as the sign of another thing: a print in the sand indicates the tiger's passage; a marsh announces a vein of water; the hibiscus flower, the end of winter. All the rest is silent and interchangeable; trees and stones are only what they are.
- Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities