"I do not know much about gods; but I think that the river is a strong brown god - sullen, untamed and intractable, patient to some degree, at first recognized as a frontier; Useful, untrustworthy, as a conveyor of commerce; Then only a problem confronting the builder of bridges. The problem once solved, the brown god is almost forgotten by the dwellers in cities - ever, however, implacable. Keeping his seasons, and rages, destroyer, reminder of what men choose to forget. Unhonoured, unpropitiated by worshippers of the machine, but waiting, watching and waiting."-- T.S. Eliot, The Dry Salvages
Good short article about the scene along the river near Baton Rouge in NOLA.com found here. It leads with the quote above by T.S. Eliot.
"Keeping his seasons, and rages, destroyer, reminder of what men choose to forget."
Powerful words.
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