When one finally arrives at the point where schedules are forgotten, and becomes immersed in ancient rhythms, one begins to live.
~ Sigurd F. Olson, thanks to Heron Dance
A tourist spending the night in a small New England Town joined a group sitting on the porch of the general store. After several vain attempts to start a conversation asked, "Is there a law against talking in this town."
"No law against it," said one old timer. We just like to make sure it's an improvement on silence."