What I’m thinking about, really, is the question of agency, or perhaps authorship. Years ago, during a raft trip through the Grand Canyon, friends and I hiked to the famous Nankoweap Granaries at River Mile 53. The hot sun and cold beer and swooping swallows and sandy beaches and sandy sandwiches and relentless beauty! Heck, thanks to that wise friend’s interference, I didn’t even grease the mud mortar with my stupid sunscreeny finger. How to speak of that undergirding attitude, that sponsoring attitude, that opposite-of-respectful attitude?