I have sat on a hillside in Oklahoma, and raised my eyes and seen a
Cambrian landscape, preserved over the ages, yet excavated in time for
man’s appreciation. At my feet was a wave-worn notch in the hillside.
Before me were sand waves preserved over time, and in the distance more
islands like the one on which I sat. It was a moment that made me giddy
from the passage of eons, and exultant in my entrance into the flow of
time, pure time, flavored by trilobites and other Cambrian oddities.