In the beginning, there flowed a stream, not of water, but of thought—untamed, unbridled, cascading through the valleys of consciousness.
Consider the equation of the universal flow:
Consciousness (C) ≈ ∫Time (t) Thought (τ) dt + ∀ Understanding (U)
What is the derivative of a dream? How do its dimensions expand and contract amidst the geometry of one's soul?
Imagine:
(Reality (R))∠ △ (Imagination (I)) = Stream (S) of Confluence (Co)
As the rivulets of perception gather into the delta of understanding, where do the streams of purpose and whimsy converge?
The Harmony of StreamsAnd thus the stream concludes, not at an end but at a beginning—an opening, a convergence, a confluence.