"When one sees with ears and hears with eyes, one cherishes no doubts. How naturally the raindrops fall from the leaves!... Taste the still air, hear the still water: new leaves well spring from the doorpost. Plum and bamboo will rise through you. Snowflakes and stones will set roots through your shoulders and hands. What a stillness! Deep into the rocks sinks the cicada's shrill!" Robert Bringhurst,from Pieces of Map, Pieces of Music
