That is the paradox of the epidemic: that in order to create one contagious movement, you often have to create many small movements first.
~ Malcolm Gladwell in THE TIPPING POINT
I sing of hemlocks whispering mysteries,
Of meadows green with promise,
Of lakes with secrets,
Of mountain peaks in touch with eternity,
Of solitude filled with murmurings we can never quite hear,
Of presences that hover just beyond the edge of perception,
Of meanings etched in snow, transcribed with wings;
I sing the truth
Of hidden things.