“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
These are the haunting words from where the title of this blog, Everything Merges, is derived. Ever since the book was published, readers have mulled over these words trying to decipher their depth. I loved them from the first time I heard them. And this post is a tribute to these words and the book.
To me the river represents Time; the constant; the eternity. Eventually, we all realise that everything is the same. It is the same Earth that runs from the mountain tops to the river beds, across all continents and oceans. All things merge into one. It is the same Universe that fills our cores. Everyone's. It is all a flow.
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