A river is nearly the ultimate symbol for the very essence of change itself. It flows unceasing from one point of being to another, yet continuously occupies the same bed or pathway, and accommodates life's endings with the same musical grace with which it accommodates life's beginnings, along with all the muted and explosive moments that surface between the two extremes.

(Evolution of a Vision: from Songs of the Angelic Gaze to The River of Winged Dreams, p. 3). - The River of Winged Dreams (2010)