Something within fishermen tries to make fishing into a world perfect and apart — I don't know what it is or where, because sometimes it is in my arm… - Norman Maclean

Many of us would probably be better fishermen if we did not spend so much time watching and waiting for the world to become perfect

Many of us probably would be better fishermen if we did not spend so much time watching and waiting for the world to become perfect.

"From the singular appearance of this place I called it the gates of the rocky mountains," Captain Lewis said in his journals. Its singular appearance makes it a fitting backdrop for early and everlasting drama in which nature plays the leading role.

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.

For a scientist, this is a good way to live and die, maybe the ideal way for any of us - excitedly finding we were wrong and excitedly waiting for tomorrow to come so we can start over.