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Wynn Bullock

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“I was borned in a ridge-pocket,” he said. “I never seed the sun-ball withouten heisting my chin. My eyes were sot upon the hills from the beginning. Till I come on the Word in this good Book, I used to think a mountain was the standingest object in the sight o’ God. Hit says here they go skipping and hopping like sheep, a-rising and a-falling. These hills are jist dirt waves, washing through eternity. My brethren, they hain’t a valley so low but what hit’ll rise agin. They hain’t a hill standing so proud but hit’ll sink to the low ground o’sorrow. Oh, my children, where are we going on this mighty river of earth, a-borning, begetting, and a-dying – the living and the dead riding the waters? Where air it sweeping us?”

A vision of Man’s temporal and physical smallness, conveyed not by geological textbooks nor NASA photos nor French existentialists, but by a Bible-citing hillbilly who proclaims that titanic mountains go “a-rising and a-falling” as “dirt waves, washing through eternity.”

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