There are ways in, journeys to the center of life, through time;
through air, matter, dream and thought. The ways are not always mapped
or charted, but sometimes being lost, if there is such a thing, is the
sweetest place to be. And always, in this search, a person might find
that she is already there, at the center of the world. It may be a
broken world, but it is glorious nonetheless.
Linda Hogan, The Woman Who Watches Over the World: A Native Memoir
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