A Swiftly Tilting Planet

by Madeleine L'Engle

If there is to be any peace or reason, we have to create it in our own hearts and homes.”

“Ananda,” Mrs. Murry said thoughtfully. “That rings some kind of bell.” “It’s Sanskrit,” Charles Wallace said. Meg asked, “Does it mean anything?” “That joy in existence without which the universe will fall apart and collapse.”