In the rhythm of each day, may you find silence amidst speech, stillness amidst action, and peace amidst creativity.
~ Nan Merrill
We find our own origins in the ancient arts. Loss of the ancient means loss of the realization of the timeless in the present time, whenever an old tree is cut, whenever an old landmark is razed. When the place of one's personal roots are destroyed the roots of the individual wither.