Probably most catastrophes end this way without an ending, the dead not even knowing how they died...,those who loved them forever questioning "this unnecessary death," and the rest of us tiring of this inconsolable catastrophe and turning to the next one.
Norman MacleanLike many fly fishermen in western Montana where the summer days are almost Arctic in length, I often do not start fishing until the cool of the evening. Then in the Arctic half-light of the canyon, all existence fades to a being with my soul and memories and the sounds of the Big Blackfoot River and a four-count rhythm and the hope that a fish will rise.
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 those rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs.
I am haunted by waters.
I knew that, when needed, mountains would move for me.
Norman MacleanStichwörter: inspirational nature-writing
...life every now and then becomes literature...as if life had been made and not happened.
Norman MacleanAhead and to the west was our ranger station - and the mountains of Idaho, poems of geology stretching beyond any boundaries and seemingly even beyond the world.
Norman MacleanStichwörter: nature mountains geology landscape idaho american-landscape
Slowly we became silent, and silence itself if an enemy to friendship.
Norman MacleanStichwörter: friendship friends philosophy silence enemy
At sunrise everything is luminous but not clear.
Norman MacleanStichwörter: people philosophy thoughts sunrise
Yet even in the loneliness of the canyon I knew there were others like me who had brothers they did not understand but wanted to help. We are probably those referred to as "our brother's keepers," possessed of one of the oldest and possible one of the most futile and certainly one of the most haunting instincts. It will not let us go.
Norman MacleanStichwörter: family people philosophy relationships brothers
A mystery of the universe is how it has managed to survive with so much volunteer help.
Norman MacleanStichwörter: universe mystery volunteer survive
When I looked, I knew I might never again see so much of the earth so beautiful, the beautiful being something you know added to something you see, in a whole that is different from the sum of its parts. What I saw might have been just another winter scene, although an impressive one. But what I knew was that the earth underneath was alive and that by tomorrow, certainly by the day after, it would be all green again. So what I saw because of what I knew was a kind of death with the marvellous promise of less than a three-day resurrection.
Norman MacleanStichwörter: fire renewal revival
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