Into The Same River: Searching For The Lost Soul Of Community In America

Quaker Bridge, Croton-on Hudson NY, 1996

The most important things are the hardest things to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words make them smaller. When they were in your head they were limitless; but when they come out they seem to be no bigger than normal things. 

But that's not all. The most important things are too close to wherever your secret heart is buried; they are clues that could guide your enemies to a prize they would love to steal. It's hard and painful for you to talk about these things . . . and then people just look at you strangely. They haven't understood what you've said at all, or why you almost cried while you were saying it.   
Stephen King, The Body (Stand By Me)

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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. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by waters.   
Norman MacLean, A River Runs Through It. 

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We shall not cease from exploration

And the end of all our exploring

Will be to arrive where we started

And know the place for the first time. 

T.S. Eliot, Little Gidding.