There cannot be only one point in space that is the edge of the world.

For each soul, whether human or animal, the edge can never be assigned to any specific location. Rather the edge is a moment when we approach a threshold of ruin and peer into a place where our bodies may not go without tempting the grave. Once we have been to the cutting side of the blade, our lives are cleaved, and the moment spans all of space as memory. Deep within the Fran Church–River of No Return Wilderness, at the center of Idaho, there lies such Continue reading →