A river and a bridge touch each other. A divine animation propels the waters that breathe life, that nurture the trees, the fish, even the moss growing on the bricks of the bridge's pylons. Yet the arches represent time, units of time, in seconds, days, hours, complete lifetimes or centuries of time. Time past, time forgotten, time lost. The same waters cannot kiss the bridge twice just as we cannot live even one minute of our lives over again. Such is this book - a celebration of life and death all at once, a dance on the line that separates one from the other, light foot steps around a...