water

Thinking of water, like the rivers that clash at the next corner, like those bodies of water that enter one same stream, you and I, sometimes seem to fight, to wrestle, push down, push up, almost seeming to escape one from another, and finally stop, just abandoning ourselves to the will power of that current, no more strength seems to be left… and then all of a sudden the river becomes one, the current simply directs all of the water in one simple direction, down the stream, towards the ocean perhaps, towards a calm body, a lake? Who knows, all that matters is that we have become one, one more time, until we split in two again…