exerpt from Blue Highways
'The aura of time the mound gave off seemed to mock any comprehension of its change and process -- how it had grown from baskets of shoveled soil to the high center of Caddoan affairs to a hilly patch of blackberries. My rambling metaphysics was getting caught in the trap of reducing experience to coherence and meaning, letting the perplexity of things disrupt the joy in their mystery. To insist that diligent thought would bring an understanding of change was to limit the life to the comprehensible.'