My CMS The View from a New City

When I was a soldier in Vietnam, one day our little column was moving through the jungle, somewhere between Saigon and the Cambodian border. As we came over a rise, I saw jungle stretched out before us with its meadows, rivers and streams. Even though the spirit of war and the threat of death hung over everything, the view was so beautiful that it still lives in my memory. Recently I had the opportunity to return to Vietnam and revisit the area where I served. The jungle was all gone, turned to a multitude of little rubber tree plantations. The place I had seen no longer exists. This experience has caused me to move from a view of the world as a collection of objects and toward the view of the world as a series of events. You can never step into the same river twice.