To gaze at a river made of time and water and remember Time is another river. To know we stray like a river and our faces vanish like water.   To feel that waking is another dream that dreams of not dreaming and that the death we fear in our bones is the death that every night we call a dream.   To see in every day and year a symbol of all the days of man and his years, and convert the outrage of the years into a music, a sound, and a symbol.