Estimated Prophecy

Unkar Rapid



outside Mineral Canyon



NASA: Candor Chasma
animated flyover



Hance Rapid





One day the Earth will be only
A blind space turning,
Mingling night with day.
Under the great sky of the Andes
It will have no more mountains,
Not even a small ravine.

From all the houses of the world
Only one balcony will remain
And from the human map of the world
A sadness without bounds.
From the late Atlantic Ocean
A small taste of salt in the air,
One flying magical fish
Which will remember nothing of the sea.

From a carriage of 1905
(Four wheels and no road!)
Three young girls of that time
Remaining in the form of smoke
Will look out of the window
Believing Paris not far off
And they will smell nothing
But the smell of the sky which catches in your throat.

Where the forest was
A bird's song will rise up
Which no one will place,
Nor prefer, nor even hear,
Except God. When He listens,
He'll say: "It's a goldfinch !"

--Jules Supervielle
Prophecy