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 basemen… - Norman Maclean

On the Big Blackfoot River above the mouth of Belmont Creek the banks are fringed by large Ponderosa pines. In the slanting sun of late afternoon the shadows of great branches reached from across the river, and the trees took the river in their arms. The shadows continued up the bank, until they included us

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.

That's one trouble with hanging around a master-you pick up some of his stuff, like how to cast into a bush, but you use it just when the master is doing the opposite.