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An old man in Gaza held a placard that read: “You take my water, burn my olive trees, destroy my house, take my job, steal my land, imprison my father, kill my mother, bombard my country, starve us all, humiliate us all, but I am to blame: I shot a rocket back.”

Noam Chomsky, Because We Say So, 2015

Natalie Díaz, from "American Arithmetic", Postcolonial Love Poem

Sandro Botticelli,The Birth of Venus (details)

~ Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

Osman Hamid Bey: “Reciting the Quran” (1910)

When from our better selves we have too long Been parted by the hurrying world, and droop, Sick of its business, of its pleasures tired, How gracious, how benign, is Solitude.

William Wordsworth, "The Prelude", Book IV

The world of Peter Rabbit and Friends (1992-1998)

‘What would it be like, I wondered, to live with that heightened sensitivity to the lives given for ours? To consider the tree in the Kleenex, the algae in the toothpaste, the oaks in the floor, the grapes in the wine; to follow back the thread of life in everything and pay it respect? Once you start, it’s hard to stop, and you begin to feel yourself awash in gifts.’

Robin Wall Kimmerer, Braiding Sweetgrass: Indigenous Wisdom, Scientific Knowledge and The Teachings of Plants

Natalie Díaz, from "American Arithmetic", Postcolonial Love Poem