Reflections on a moment

All the same, no.

Similar, yes. Permutations and quantum separations. Distinction without a difference. Passing from this to that.

Valleys of thou shall nots. Or maybe so's. Fall into that valley, or perhaps climb down between the yucca and the spines. Watch out for the donkey.

Go west and you've entered that which is different. Here the rain and the water, too much or too little, determines all. This is not that. The pine trees tell you when you've passed that line. Cedar is everywhere, except where it isn't, and does anyone carve these things anymore? Is there a knife that can work this stuff?

Or if mesquite, a damned axe because the fool's wood is hard enough to drive you to go find something else to do.

Tuna move into the gulf, the big ones, they spawn and move on and tempt a different kind of fool to run for days and chase the big dream. And then another generation will grow up and laugh at the stories, no one comes here to fish for bluefin in warm water. Besides all that, the hurricanes are on the way.

And through it all... here the green there the red, and the enchiladas are different in every town. Don't go for the stuffed peppers until you get west of 35? It's a rule, and it'll change I'm sure.