I gave my heart to the mountains the minute I stood beside this river with its spray in my face and watched it thunder into foam, smooth to green glass over sunken rocks, shattering to foam again. It sends us back to the edge of the sea, where the drama of life played its first scene on earth and perhaps even its prelude where the forces of evolution are at work today, as they have been since the appearance of what we know as life and where the spectacle of living creatures faced by the cosmic realities of their world is crystal clear. It is the elusiveness of that meaning that haunts us, that sends us again and again into the natural world where the key to the riddle is hidden. Underlying the beauty of the spectacle there is meaning and significance. There is a common thread that links these scenes and memories - the spectacle of life in all its varied manifestations as it has appeared, evolved, and sometimes died out.
Each time that I enter it, I gain some new awareness of its beauty and its deeper meanings, sensing that intricate fabric of life by which one creature is linked with another, and each with its surroundings.
Yet it is a world that keeps alive the sense of continuing creation and of the relentless drive of life. The shore is an ancient world, for as long as there has been an earth and sea there has been this place of the meeting of land and water.
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