My city is Jerusalem. My river is the river of life.

These words were written long ago. It has always been like this.

Sprung from ancient gardens, harbouring destiny, my city is the river of life, and my river is Jerusalem. Roll on Jerusalem, and carry me down to the sea!

There is a beginning and an end and always edges. Penetrating the edge: beyond is a city on a river. Castles of air and mist. There are cities of gods and there are cities of men.

Into perfection we contemplate the bridges – the edges and their crossing.