I was sitting by the river, and I was thinking
What is it like to be the water of the river? Always moving on, with no likelihood of ever returning? Unstoppable and unrelenting, always fresh and vital, always forging onwards, never able to stop and rest? Accumulating all the matter of things that enter the river? All things external to you, now yours? What is… Read More »I was sitting by the river, and I was thinking