How can the world shift beneath our feet? All we know is founded on its rhythms: Water will flow from the snowcapped mountains, rain and sun will arrive in their proper seasons. Humans first formed our tongues around language, surely, for the purpose of explaining these constants to our chidren. What should we tell them now? That"reliable" has been rained out, or died of thirst? when the Earth seems to raise its own voice to the pitch of a gale, have we the ears to listen?