Tossing another pebble in, I again
observe the response. The stream flows, yet gives way to the intrusion, and for
a moment, a ripple shows itself until the flow again reclaims the form of the
surface. This was how, by watching the water, I understood life.
The water itself was life, the flow
becoming the passage of time, as we feel it. The usual flow of the water, the
form of it as it moved over the rocks and earth, was our lives as we live and
know it. Through this, I saw that the wearing away of the earth over time was
the water’s way of showing us how little we understood real change, the changes
that life makes over such time that we do not live to see it.
The pebble that I had thrown, I
realize, was sudden change, which seems to disrupt our lives. Yet the flow of
the water, of our lives, does return to its natural state of flow after such
time as is necessary, as does our lives.
In this way, I attempt to become as
the water, so that I not only understand its relationship with life; I
understand myself.
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