…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
“…it.” The ambiguous, everything life, the “one” reduced to the pronoun, “it.” I stumbled upon and was reminded today of one of my all-time favorite passage. Norman Maclean philosophically considers all parts that makeup life and ego in A River Runs Through It. So many brilliant lines to consider, but I’ve always been perplexed by the ambiguity of “it.” Is it too simple? Life just is not that simple. All the ones before and their experiences that become our experience that trickle into us can not flow into the simple word, “it.” Life is not that simple. It is complex and rambles, it is a torrent of experiences. But those of us who love to read and attempt to write, we contemplate and accept “it.” What other word is there?