Eventually, All Things Merge Into One, And

The World Is Full Of Bastards, The Number Increasing Rapidly The Further One Gets From Missoula, Montana.

When Exhausted And Feeling Sorry For Yourself, At Least Change Your Socks.

I Am Haunted By Waters.

Eventually, All Things Merge Into One, And A River Runs Through It. The River Was Cut By The World's Great Flood And Runs Over Rocks From The Basement Of Time. On Some Of The Rocks Are Timeless Raindrops. Under The Rocks Are The Words, And Some Of The Words Are Theirs. I Am Haunted By Waters.

Ahead And To The West Was Our Ranger Station - And The Mountains Of Idaho, Poems Of Geology Stretching Beyond Any Boundaries And Seemingly Even Beyond The World.