Norman Maclean ends his story, A River Runs Through It, with these words: 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.
During our white water rafting, i enjoyed time to admire God's beauty, and contemplate life. it was so good for my soul.