Male and female represent the two sides of the great radical dualism.
But in fact they are perpetually passing into one another.
Margaret Fuller, Woman in the Nineteenth Century

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When we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything else in the Universe.
John Muir, My First Summer in the Sierra




We are a living conversation of individuals, each one a sanctuary of solitude unto themselves, and we are an instrument of connection between peoples, traditions, perspectives, and institutions. Our work in the world is measured by the solitudes we support and the connections we communicate. We seek to regain the path to an American Arcadia through a living experiment in simple living and high thinking.

Our conversation connects the traditions of Native America, Europe, Asia, the Middle East, and Africa, composing their various perspectives together into one whole. We draw upon the rational spirit of the American Enlightenment, the transcendental spirit of the American Renaissance and the environmental spirit of the American West to form a unified culture of individual possibility, accessible to all people everywhere who ask the abiding questions of life and death and love and meaning. We believe in the infinitude of the individual as a foundation for the healing of the nations. 

Ansel Adams: Close-up of leaves, from directly above, "In Glacier National Park," Montana

Ansel Adams: Close-up of leaves, from directly above, "In Glacier National Park," Montana


And the leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations.


Wherever snow falls, or water flows, or birds fly, wherever day and night meet in twilight, wherever the blue heaven is hung by clouds, or sown with stars, wherever are forms with transparent boundaries, wherever are outlets into celestial space, wherever is danger, and awe, and love, there is Beauty, plenteous as rain, shed for thee, and though thou shouldest walk the world over, thou shalt not be able to find a condition inopportune or ignoble.
                             Ralph Waldo Emerson, "The Poet"




Rightly viewed, the whole soul of man is a sort of picture gallery, a grand panorama, in which all the great facts of the universe, tracing things of time and things of eternity, are painted.

Frederick Douglass, “Pictures and Progress”

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