"We no longer hear the voice of the rivers, the mountains, or the sea.  The trees and meadows are no longer intimate modes of spirit presence.  The world about us has become an "it" rather than a "thou". . . We continue to make music, write poetry, and do our painting and sculpture and architecture, but these activities easily become aesthetic expressions simply of the human.  They lose the intimacy and radiance and awesome qualities of the universe.  We have, in the accepted universe of these times, little capacity for participating in the mysteries that were celebrated in the earlier literary and artistic and religious modes of expression.  For we cannot live in the universe in which these celebrations took place.  We can only look on, as it were, as at something unreal."


~ Thomas Berry, The Great Work