“It hated humankind. Yet, the creature remembered when ancient ones left blood stained shrines in its honor. Its greedy eyes watched the peasants, sacrificing precious cattle, in the hope of immunity from its deadly wrath. The creature could recall dairy offerings on cottage steps, left in hope, that it would not invade the sanctity of the mortal homes to steal wailing newborn infants from their cradles. It listened to desperate prayers of farmers as they begged for their pitiful crops. When anglers sprinkled salt upon their fishing nets to satiate its thirst. The creature and its kind spread the killing frosts that foretold of harsh winters. It traversed the heat of the summer skies, voiding the air of moisture during the drought filled months. It burned those feeble little dwellings the people called churches.”

“It did not fear any god the people constructed from marble and stone. It thrived on demoralizing the frightened prayers of the weak that clung to sanctuary walls. Its intoxication found in the terror, the superstition, and worship that fed its merciless existence. The night sky provided the nocturnal shelter where it walked freely. The festivals of the changing seasons, reminding the mere mortals their time upon its fields were short. Brief in comparison to the thousands of years that it casually passed. It ruled the Earth, long before the human animals learned to conquer shelter and formulate abstract thoughts. In the cave paintings of the most primitive, they feared to paint its imagery on stone.”

“At long last we have arrived... In the land of the lost, where we all belong.”

“If the desert is holy, it is because it is a forgotten place that allows us to remember the sacred. Perhaps that is why every pilgrimage to the desert is a pilgrimage to the self. There is no place to hide and so we are found.”

“You call it demonic because you hear screaming, I call it life saving because I hear the meaning.”

“Desert… is a very good place to find yourself. Or lose yourself.”

“Mother Earth has never been more crowded, yet her inhabitants have never been more lonely.”

“No man is as wise as Mother Earth. She has witnessed every human day, every human struggle, every human pain, and every human joy. For maladies of both body and spirit, the wise ones of old pointed man to the hills. For man too is of the dust and Mother Earth stands ready to nurture and heal her children.”