As the river takes back the yard, existance takes us all. Thelma and Richard and Mary and you and I will know how to die when the time comes. We fear that we don't know what is wired in so deep we can't see or feel it, deep skills, root understanding. The turtle knows how to mate, to lay eggs, to move with the flood waters, maybe to survive longer, maybe not. The earth knows its deeper movements, plate shift, magma thrust. The sun even marches towards its end. While it moves, it shines.