"I would often get up early in the morning and go out on my patio where the valley, stretching off to the mountain ranges in the north and east, was silver with predawn mist. the birds, eloquent voices in an otherwize silent world, had already begun their hallejulah chorus to welcome in the new day. The song sparrow sings with an enthusiasm which rocks him almost off his perch atop the apple tree, and the goldfinch chimes in with his obligato. The thrush in the woods is so full of song he cant contain himself. The woodpecker beats on the hollow beach tree. The loons over on the lake erupt with their plaintive and tormented daemonic, to save the whole thing from being too sweet...I feel again the everlasting going and coming, the eternal return, and the growing and mating and dying and growing again. And I know that human beings are part of this eternal going and returning, part of its sadness as well as its song."
- Rollo May
- Love and Will
