IF THE RIVERS... If the rivers no longer flowed along their age-old paths across the earth... If all the fish vanished and all was left were empty canyons and dry gulches devoid of life... If man went walking there to take from the cracked earth his daily substinence, what would he find? If he cried in the scorching winds, for the rains to touch his parched throat and fill the empty streams, what would he receive? Nothing ...but the cackling, mocking echo of his greed the raging scream of his obsession to destroy– these, only these, would haunt his last footstep upon earth. And if ... if... Earth gave man back his life once more and he glimpsed the years beyond his passing, what would he see? What would he hear? A world teeming with life, filled with the music of cascading streams songs of birds never before seen, calls of animals returned from the womb of Creation to re-populate Eden. ...and what would man understand from this? Nothing! Nothing, for man it seems is still but a creature of habit.