A[a¬AYaaaaahhhhoooo!A[a¬A I shouted as the white water took hold of us. A[a¬APerfect, we took it JusA[a¬a[ Perfect!A[a¬A from Alex as we went into the last chute. The rest of the river was JusA[a¬a[ Perfect also. The sound of the water singing and spraying your mind and body, the richness of the vegetation, the vastness of wind blown clouds, the natural beauty of the riverside grazed farmland was JusA[a¬a[ Perfect. Out of the river, it isnA[a¬a[t so perfect. Jack has a job, bills to pay, children to raiseA[a¬athe same struggle and suffering each of us face in an America that has lost its spiritual values. But there are glimpses of higher consciousness as Jack explores his nighttime dreams and daytime illusions. He touches on esoteric Christianity through the teachings of Gurdjieff and Krishnmurti and gets a different taste of the white water.