I'm not a cynic," Maya protested. "I admit the beauty of this city. It has a beautiful beating heart. It cares for its own, and for the stranger. Its streams run with clear water, and the trees that line its pathways bow under the weight of fruit anyone is free to pick. And yes, we had a hand in shaping it. But what does that mean if it can't survive?" "It means it existed once," Rio said, "and so it is possible. Undeniably possible."

— The Fifth Sacred Thing by Starhawk (Page 325)