It is Sunday morning on Harris Creek, though He is hidden behind a curtain of clouds on this particular morning. There is always something hidden, something that resists discovery; the project of discovery is interminable. The project is to incorporate the hidden, within the horizon of the perceptible, to incorporate the images of the dream, within the story. But the story is being unwound even as it being woven; the organism is being disorganized as it organizes.

Political action does not change the political world, it perpetuates it. The conflict is perpetuated, not resolved, for it is not in the interests of the parties involved, that their dispute come to an end. "Love thine enemy," you can't be without him. There is no story if there is no crime and punishment. Think about it, have you ever read one?

As participants in the great human drama, it is not ours to question the futility of our pursuit, to question the desirability of the project, but rather by our full participation, to perpetuate it. We are programed to perpetuate the species.