i finished reading time songs. good. i could have savored it more slowly, but i was thinking a lot of it was daily meditations on ancient mysteries, just the things you think of being in the world wondering what happened that led to this state of being, yourself. everything does begin and end there. it's a generous book, though. i was eyeing drive your plow over the bones of the dead. i started it and there's a little uncanny coincidence in the first few pages. a character named big foot dies from choking on a bone and the neighbor who finds him finds that he was born on december 21, 1950. the book was written in 2009, so big foot was 59, my age, and shared my date of birth.