On our winding journey of life, we are like the river, coursing it's way gingerly and with trepidation toward the sea, knowing, in some unexplainedmanner, that it is our fearful destiny to explore the vast universe of that inward journey toward the Self, inviting us to find solace, and even completion, by embracing that which was, that which is, and that which shall evermore be, our final and eternal resting place.