Ritual creates its own feedback. We hold hands with a child as the sun rises, and we sense, in a way we never did before, that the world is being reborn before our eyes. Suddenly we are in the presence of the unutterable. Believing now in the world's rebirth, we choose to make that hand-holding part of our daily lives, perhaps adding some word of prayer, perhaps creating a miniritual. Along with our child, we find a language to express what cannot be spoken. Using that language over and over, we are confirmed in our initial hunch. The world is as pregnant with meaning as the sunrise with the day.
— Nancy Fuchs, Our Share of Night, Our Share of Morning