| The water tumbles over the falls, across a crumbled reminder
of past human endeavor, a stout demonstration of some past enterprise, a damming that
forever changed things. But it was a calamity for which time had a cure... So what was, became what could not have otherwise become, and the watercourse took back some of what had been given up to Man's purpose... True, at the time, to some observers the damning might have seemed like a tragedy, a disturbance of the illusion of peace, tranquility and harmony, but now, in the soft light of a misty New England late summer day, it seems to enjoy some redemption. And perhaps, as redemption relates to the works of Man, so might it also be with the works of a people... |