Our separateness is an illusion. We are inextricably connected to the web of all that is. Every action we take, even the energy of every thought, becomes part of that web of connection. We are constantly creating consequences of which we are totally unaware.
“A butterfly flaps its wings in Beijing and next month there is a storm over New York.”
Our distant ancestors, it seems, understood much better than we do that we are not separate from the web of creation. When we can reclaim that understanding we will finally be able to address what we are doing to the planet.
Who claims to own this piece of land?
Who holds its title deeds?
Who thinks it is their private space
To meet their selfish needs?
