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With the exception, possibly, of love as a foundation to our shared being, Terry Tempest Williams describes a world not dependent on abstraction or ideology to derive right, and to damage or disappoint. I had the feeling - say from the visits that her Dad made to neighbors when they'd lost someone to death, or from her being undaunted by unresolvable disagreements and misunderstandings - that she perceives a meaningful presence in ourselves, in all of life and planet, perhaps. This is a most elegant statement of faith, and one completely absorbed in living.