And though there were no children playing, no doves, no blue-shadowed roof tiles, I felt that the town was alive. And that if I heard only silence, it was because I was not yet accustomed to silence. . . .

JUAN RULFO,
Pedro Páramo, trans. Margaret Sayers Peden

We are already one. But we imagine that we are not.

THOMAS MERTON,
The Asian Journal of Thomas Merton