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Dying was nothing and he had no picture of it nor fear of it in his mind. But living was a field of grain blowing in the wind on the side of a hill. Living was a hawk in the sky ... Living was a horse between your legs and a carbine under one leg and a hill and a valley and a stream with trees along it and the far side of the valley and the hills beyond.

- Ernest Hemingway For whom the bell tolls

I am guessing on the basis of the references that the writer may well be Michael Nagler, but nevertheless the quote is from the Metta Center for Nonviolence – Daily Metta.

August 10
“Teaming up”–Daily Metta

“If it is [our] privilege to be independent, it is equally [our] duty to be interdependent.”
-–Gandhi (Young India, April 25 1929)