August 31 2005

Text By Greg Fallis

This could be any boy...any child...standing on the edge of the river, looking off into the distance. Every child stands there eventually, and every adult as well, watching as the waters run past. We can't see where the river leads, we can't know what we'll encounter when we step into it. But we all stand there and we all step in.

The Greek poet Heraclitus said we can't step into the same river twice; neither the person nor the river remains the same from moment to moment. What that old Greek never mentioned is this: the river doesn’t care. We stand on the edge, we look, we step in...and the river runs on, runs on.