FROM: COYOTE JACK/DRAWING MEANING FROM LIFE AND VIETNAM: A MEMOIR

Do love and hate, kindness and rage, forgiveness and bitterness, gentleness and violence, praise and sarcasm, optimism and cynicism, good and evil . . . all spew from the same fountain?

Inexorably the river roils beneath the surface, the discordance exacerbated by its subterranean confinement. Battering furiously against unforeseen barriers, the river churns with frustration as it tries to break free. To find its source, to understand the immensity of its strength, offers the only way to grasp the reasons for its turbulence—only then can a new path be slowly and imperceptibly carved.