drawn from the river

It’s time. Time to consider direction and conception, where we are headed, and how we do what we do.

“Full Fathom five thy father lies,

Of his bones are coral made,

Those are pearls that were his eyes,

Nothing of him that doth fade,

But doth suffer a sea-change,

into something rich and strange,

Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell,

Ding-dong.

Hark! now I hear them, ding-dong, bell.”

                                                                  Shakespeare, The Tempest