I Know Of No Restorative Of Heart,

The Cold View To Take Of Our Future Is That We Are Therefore Headed For Extinction In A Universe Of Impersonal Chemical, Physical, And Biological Laws. A More Productive, Certainly More Engaging View, Is That We Have The Intelligence To Grasp What Is Happening, The Composure Not To Be Intimidated By Its Complexity, And The Courage To Take Steps That May Bear No Fruit In Our Lifetimes.

Conversations Are Efforts Toward Good Relations. They Are An Elementary Form Of Reciprocity. They Are The Exercise Of Our Love For Each Other. They Are The Enemies Of Our Loneliness, Our Doubt, Our Anxiety, Our Tendencies To Abdicate. To Continue To Be In Good Conversation Over Our Enormous And Terrifying Problems Is To Be Calling Out To Each Other In The Night. If We Attend With Imagination And Devotion To Our Conversations, We Will Find What We Need; And Someone Among Us Will Act—it Does Not Matter Whom—and We Will Survive.

Have We Come All This Way, I Wondered, Only To Be Dismantled By Our Own Technologies, To Be Betrayed By Political Connivance Or The Impersonal Avarice Of A Corporation?

Real Beauty Is So Deep You Have To Move Into Darkness To Understand It.

Remember On This One Thing, Said Badger. The Stories People Tell Have A Way Of Taking Care Of Them. If Stories Come To You, Care For Them. And Learn To Give Them Away Where They Are Needed. Sometimes A Person Needs A Story More Than Food To Stay Alive. That Is Why We Put These Stories In Each Other's Memories. This Is How People Care For Themselves.