“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…
“The sail, the play of its pulse so like our own lives: so thin and yet so full of life, so noiseless when it labors hardest, so noisy and impatient when least…
When taking a side road, I encountered an entire street wiped out by the unprecedented floods in Nashville, Tennessee. The scene and accompanying silence left…