Standing in a rubber boat on cold moving water running a chain saw out over the upstream edge near full arm's length right next to your partner who's helping someone keep their head up. No rush, chain saw dude, he's only going to die if you don't cut that tree while keeping from turning us all into hamburger. That man is my hero.
On the river, I can abandon who I am and what I've done. However brief it lasts, while on the river I am nothing important and everything insignificant. I am flotsam, and happy to be so.