“I have heard Brazilian children say that whatever passes through the arc of the rainbow becomes its opposite. But what is the opposite of a bird? Or for what matter, a human being? And what then, in the great rain forest, where, in its season, the rain never ceases and the rainbows are myriad?”

“I have heard Brazilian children say that whatever passes through the arc of the rainbow becomes its opposite. But what is the opposite of a bird? Or for what matter, a human being? And what then, in the great rain forest, where, in its season, the rain never ceases and the rainbows are myriad?”

— Karen Tei Yamashita