Kenneth Grahame, The Wind in the Willows
Water is the formless potential out of which creation emerged. It is the ocean of unconsciousness enveloping the islands of consciousness. Water bathes us at birth and again at death, and in between it washes away sin. It is by turns the elixir of life or the renewing rain or the devastating flood.
(Scott Russell Sanders, Writing from the Center)
Carl Sandburg, Honey and Salt
I stand by the river and I know that it has been here yesterday and will be here tomorrow and that therefore, since I am part of its pattern today, I also belong to all its yesterdays and will be a part of all its tomorrows. This is a kind of earthly immortality, a kinship with rivers and hills and rocks, with all things and all creatures that have ever lived or ever will live or have their being on the earth. It is my assurance of an orderly continuity in the great design of the universe.
FOTO – BOATHOUSE ON THE KALANG RIVER IN URUNGA.
Dagobert D. Runes
"From this point forth, we shall be leaving the firm foundation of fact and journeying together through the murky marshes of memory into thickets of wildest guesswork."
foto – january 2012 horses going home
Bedouin. When God wanted to create the horse, he said to the South Wind, "I want to make a creature of you. Condense." And the Wind condensed.