There is, of course, the other, darker view of things.
In a swamp, things like to be messy, and so do we.
Mess, we think, can be cleaned up, but there are other things, like a constant harsh contrast between light and dark,
or, worse still, an unsharp uncertainty.
There are times when neither horizontal nor vertical means support,
or when it overwhelms.
This is a wondrous place. I will return soon. And leave again.