As a place becomes known, people start to flock there. Some come in a sacred manner. Others are boisterous and unconscious, as if they feared the knowledge of themselves which the place invites. When you come to a place honor its rhythm and its voice. We think that our small talk has some importance, but All our noise is like a twig breaking in a redwood forest. A tree breathes once a year. A great rock’s heart beats in mellenia. The land has a quality of time which steadies us. –Frederick Lerhman, The Sacred Landscape