There is a creek that joins two lakes in Weir, Quebec. The creek is about forty feet across and it is a fairly consistent five and a half feet deep. The water is clear, and both sides have reeds that border the water. It is about 1/8 mile in length, and it is beautiful. I hope to see it once more before I die, but if I don't, I expect whatever awaits me on the other side of this life will be something like that. And if I behave, exactly like that. I spent many, many days there as a youth, looking at the fish and the mysterious waving of the shadows in the water. I know what peacefulness is because of that little creek. And I know the tremendous ability of nature to take us places only gods and artists can imagine.