Separate and together, we are born of mystery into mystery, expressions of a single miracle. It lives in the raccoon's quick paws and lively strength, in the bear's glance and the red squirrel gripping the limb, in the cries of the coyotes, the gaze of the dear, in the honeybee's dance. It swims in rivers and seas, flies on wings through the ocean of air, it stirs in the stillness of the forest night — it burns in the screech owl and it burns in me, the same fire, the same brief fire, shining from eyes to other eyes.
— John Daniel, Heart in the Wild by Susan Chernak McElroy