To the lonely human wreck standing there in the darkness, the river called--called with fearful, insistent power.
From under the black wall of the night the dreadful flood swept out of the Somewhere of its beginning.

Past the man the river poured its mighty strength with resistless, smoothly flowing, terrible force.

Into the darkness it swept on its awful way to the Nowhere of its ending.

For uncounted ages, the river had poured itself thus between those walls of hills.

For untold ages to come, until the end of time itself, the stream would continue to pour its strength past that spot where the man stood.
Out of the night, the voice of the river had called to the man, as he stood at the window of his darkened room.