Slowly we became silent, and silence itself if an enemy to friendship. - 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.

Perhaps we always wondered which of us was tougher, but, if boyhood questions aren't answered before a certain point in time, they can't ever be raised again. So we returned to being gracious to each other, as the wall

Help,” he said, “is giving part of yourself to somebody who comes to accept it willingly and needs it badly.