One Great Thing About Fly Fishing Is

Probably Most Catastrophes End This Way Without An Ending, The Dead Not Even Knowing How They Died...,those Who Loved Them Forever Questioning "this Unnecessary Death," And The Rest Of Us Tiring Of This Inconsolable Catastrophe And Turning To The Next One.

It Is Very Important To A Lot Of People To Make Unmistakably Clear To Themselves And To The Universe That They Love The Universe But Are Not Intimidated By It And Will Not Be Shaken By It, No Matter What It Has In Store. Moreover, They Demand Something From Themselves Early In Life That Can Be Taken Ever After As A Demonstration Of This Abiding Feeling.

As I Get Considerably Beyond The Biblical Allotment Of Three Score Years And Ten, I Feel With Increasing Intensity That I Can Express My Gratitude For Still Being Around On The Oxygen-side Of The Earth's Crust Only By Not Standing Pat On What I Have Hitherto Known And Loved. While Oxygen Lasts, There Are Still New Things To Love, Especially If Compassion Is A Form Of Love.

Eventually, All Things Merge Into One, And A River Runs Through It.

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