As I walk, I mimic the cry of the gulls, the hasty pace of the sanderlings, the egrets’ mincing walk, the crabs’ sideways crawl. I find joy in the obvious diversity. I crane my neck to see pelicans glide with prehistoric grace across the tops of the waves.

Feeding the hungry, clothing the naked, and sheltering the homeless at a personal sacrifice is a cornerstone for “building a new society within the shell of the old” with “a philosophy that is so old that it looks like new.”

We have a number of injuries that desperately still need healing: a history of racism, a patriarchy that still regards women as second-class citizens, a culture of hyper-individualism, and a destruction of nature in the name of civilization.