If the path be beautiful let us not ask where it leads
This park on rolling hills overlooking exurban Detroit, and an easy drive from my home, offers a familiar venue for casual conversations with Nature. But, the light filtering through the leaves above to dapple the forest floor allows–if a favorable mood appears–for seeing the woods anew on any given sultry, summer afternoon.
The welfare of the people has always been the alibi of tyrants, and it provides the further advantage of giving the servants of tyranny a good conscience.
In the light, the earth remains our first and our last love. Our brothers and sisters are breathing under the same sky as we; justice is a living thing. Now is born that strange joy which helps one live and die, and which we shall never again postpone to a later time.
Albert Camus, The Rebel