The sword is the land. The sword is love and love for the wild. It is the love of waves that crash down upon the shore with an unquenchable fury, until it has ground cliffs into dust. It is the love of the mountain, whose heart is iron.

If there was ever a thing of beauty among our race, it was the part that held the light of the star and the crash of the waves upon a rocky, inhospitable shore.

What secrets do [plants] share with us in that forgotten language of sighs and whispers?

From Anthony Rella

"The only appropriate answer to a test of faith is to fail."

...The god is fighting for the simple joyThe sweetness of pure movement, the delight Of perfect action, flawless, self-contained...

"Solidarity is a type of love, not based on personal history or affinity but on the simple act of standing together as comrades even though you might have almost nothing else in common."

An Interview with Heathen Chinese by Accipiter Nisus.