“Now that I know that each star has its path, each bird is finally feathered and grown in the unbroken shell, each tree in the seed, each song in the life laid down – is the night sky any less strange; should my glance less follow the flight; should the pen shake less in my hand.”

“Now that I know that each star has its path, each bird is finally feathered and grown in the unbroken shell, each tree in the seed, each song in the life laid down – is the night sky any less strange; should my glance less follow the flight; should the pen shake less in my hand.”

— Judith Wright