An old Gaelic blessing says, "You are the pure love of the moon, you are the pure love of the stars, you are the pure love of the sun . . . and the dew . . . and the rain . . . and (finally) you are the pure love of each living creature." The Scottish Highlanders bless each other with expressions like these: "The love and affection of the moon be yours, the love and affection of the sun be yours, the love and affection of the stars be yours," and on and on, including other natural elements until: "The love and affection of each living creature be yours." It strains our modern sensibilities, and triggers our calloused cynicism, to entertain the thought that we live in a loving and affectionate universe. Imagine how your life would change if you believed this. Imagine how you would have to change your life if you believed this.
— Tom Cowan, Yearning for the Wind