The Soul As If Treasured

Not in certainty, but in a species of hope.

When seeking to unearth a bird-like Cretaceous tyrannosauroid, you can’t tell whether you’ll stumble onto beautiful rock bones, silenced long ago in ancient alluvium, or find only the dry grist of weathered rock, piled high, nothing more than sand and grit whisked and piled thick into a matrix of mud. And yet you press on. Not in certainty, but in a spe…