One crisp autumn afternoon a Fox was walking through the orchard. He spotted the withering vines of grapes he always admired during the previous summer. As the fox paused to take in his surrounding he felt a strange sensation that he had experienced this time and place before. A breeze whisked by him and carried the scent of a possible tantalizing meal. The Fox followed his nose.
Let us preserve our silent sanctuaries for in them we perpetuate the eternal perspective.
--Greek philosopher