All there is to thinking,” he said, “is seeing something noticeable which makes you see something you weren't noticing which makes you see something … - Norman Maclean

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.

It is those we live with and love and should know who elude us.

A mystery of the universe is how it has managed to survive with so much volunteer help.