It Is Those We Live

We Can Love Completely What We Cannot Completely Understand.

We Sat On The Bank And The River Went By. As Always, It Was Making Sounds To Itself, And Now It Made Sounds To Us. It Would Be Hard To Find Three Men Sitting Side By Side Who Knew Better What A River Was Saying.

In Our Family, There Was No Clear Line Between Religion And Fly Fishing.

The World Is Full Of Bastards, The Number Increasing Rapidly The Further One Gets From Missoula, Montana.

I Sat There And Forgot And Forgot, Until What Remained Was The River That Went By And I Who Watched. On The River The Heat Mirages Danced With Each Other And Then They Danced Through Each Other And Then They Joined Hands And Danced Around Each Other. Eventually The Water Joined The River, And There Was Only One Of Us. I Believe It Was The River.