“It has always been a happy thought to me that the creek runs on all night, new every minute, whether I wish it or know it or care, as a closed book on a shelf continues to whisper to itself its own inexhaustible tale” (Dillard, 70).
Natural bodies of water have always fascinated me, especially the flowing currents of rivers, streams, and oceans. It is as if the water is alive, constantly churning, washing and carrying things along for the ride. Annie Dillard says that the creek is new every minute. This is true; it is new every second, but still the same. If you watch one spot continually, the water surrounding that area is new every second, each particle rushes on to new territory. But the whole body of the stream is so connected and smooth that it is all the same. Each particle eventually comes back around to where it was originally, if there even is a starting point to pinpoint. The water reflects the world, a murky mirror chopped and tumbling on towards eternity, cycling onwards like life and time itself. Thinking back on my life I have gone through numerous cycles, revolving around to find myself back where I started, yet still new and more mature than I was in the past. There have been calmer trickles in my life and also rough rocky currents, an overwhelming surge and tumble of life. It is all essential. It is all new and all relevant. “Time is the continuous loop” (Dillard, 77), and streams are one aspect of nature that illustrate this beautifully. Dillard also compares the creek’s eternal newness to a closed book, continuing to whisper its tale. It is interesting how a snapshot of time can be captured in a book, a piece of artwork, or a musical recording. We look at these snapshots and sometimes the beauty will speak to us as if it is a new revelation, and it is new to us. We have a revelation in the present using this artifact of the past, creating eternal beauty and connecting the two time zones to create one big loop. I’m not sure what to do with the loop now, but everything in life seems to correlate to this loop. All I can manage to do is to point out every connection and loopy illustration I can find and marvel at its horror, beauty, and wonder.
Natural bodies of water have always fascinated me, especially the flowing currents of rivers, streams, and oceans. It is as if the water is alive, constantly churning, washing and carrying things along for the ride. Annie Dillard says that the creek is new every minute. This is true; it is new every second, but still the same. If you watch one spot continually, the water surrounding that area is new every second, each particle rushes on to new territory. But the whole body of the stream is so connected and smooth that it is all the same. Each particle eventually comes back around to where it was originally, if there even is a starting point to pinpoint. The water reflects the world, a murky mirror chopped and tumbling on towards eternity, cycling onwards like life and time itself. Thinking back on my life I have gone through numerous cycles, revolving around to find myself back where I started, yet still new and more mature than I was in the past. There have been calmer trickles in my life and also rough rocky currents, an overwhelming surge and tumble of life. It is all essential. It is all new and all relevant. “Time is the continuous loop” (Dillard, 77), and streams are one aspect of nature that illustrate this beautifully. Dillard also compares the creek’s eternal newness to a closed book, continuing to whisper its tale. It is interesting how a snapshot of time can be captured in a book, a piece of artwork, or a musical recording. We look at these snapshots and sometimes the beauty will speak to us as if it is a new revelation, and it is new to us. We have a revelation in the present using this artifact of the past, creating eternal beauty and connecting the two time zones to create one big loop. I’m not sure what to do with the loop now, but everything in life seems to correlate to this loop. All I can manage to do is to point out every connection and loopy illustration I can find and marvel at its horror, beauty, and wonder.
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