Today flows not one river that flowed yesterday.
Mountains that had been now floor fish gardens.
Where blooms the forest deep, mighty deserts once ruled.
Whole cradles of civilizations, now lost, play host to the ice lords in frozen wastes yet others host only the sea.
Trusting man, rarely changing, clings to the mores and customs of his tribe and its youthful legends; yet do not the legends change their garments more rapidly than old mother earth?
Steadier courses have been charted against star far flung, yet in the the millennia they too, in their easy course, are known to sway.
Strive with the magician, the grand mariner, as you will, in the end there is but one course and 'tis easy found.
All external manifestation is change; the inner light maps the way.
Choose you map maker with care.
Photo: 1986, prospecting for gold in the treacherous Labrinyth of Utah. The old dinosaur won the battle on the banks of the Green River.
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