
The Village Canyon and the Country Hilltop
There’s beauty in the silver, singin’ riverThere’s beauty in the sunrise in the skyBut none of these and nothing else can touch the beautyThat I remember in my true love’s eyes — Bob Dylan, “Tomorrow is a Long Time“ Distant lives become entangled with our own when for some reason they cross the glowing synaptic web at a fateful moment, and take on emblematic power for inner constellations of need and desire that seek some form beyond their own chaos. And when death’s darkness covers them, we might feel some ghostly trembling in that antique web, buried now under so